Stoney - Bedpost | Текст песни

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There in her restless bed,
she filled a glass and tempted my emptiness.
Laid down our self respect,
what's left of it.
It's best if we just forget.
Spare me the regret.

Cos I'll be sleeping as you creep out of the door.
And I won't be woken, won't be spoken of no more.

And will you even mark a notch into your
bedpost, darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my
starving skin?
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool.
Here's to you.

Here's to the futile truth;
your beautiful, but brutal and ruthless youth.
Here's to the new pursuit;
the hunger and the hunt for the substitute

I'll be sleeping as you creep out of the door
I won't be woken, won't be spoken of no more.

And will you even mark a notch into your bedpost darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my starving skin,
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool?
Here's to you.

Keeping believing, we're no more than animals
is keeping us feeling the pain of it, the shame of it

Don't you ever let love sweep you off the floor?
To leave you lost, and leave you washed up on the shore?

Will you even mark the notch into your bedpost darling?
Or add me to the tally on your wall?
Will you leave before your scent has left my starving skin
and I carve you on my heart just like a fool?
Well here's to you.

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