I woke up to the smell of you
you lay there still asleep
i'm tired os i corrupted you
and you corrupted me
I know i'm not the lonely one
i know you need me too
i'm still blinded by the second sun
and i feel i've been fooled
And if this is what you are
then this is just another way to tell me
and if this is what you are
then this is just my fantasies and enemies colliding
She wrote hymns to make the windows open
let in lightning let in hailstones
just another silky strand of
dead blond hair or dirty phone calls
Oh it sure takes the fun out of fighting
oh it sure puts the love into writing
oh it sure makes it easier to breathe
to breathe
My sister's guts and chastity
no protectiveness from me
made lover's lips so sensitie
and lover's hearts so weak
And if this is what you are
then this is just another way to tell him
and if this is what you want
then this is just those fantasies and enemies and sexy little tools
She wrote songs to make the old friends tease me
let in gunfire make it easy
just another sordid strand of
dead blond hair on soiled bed sheets
Oh it sure takes the fear out of fighting
oh it sure puts the love into writing
oh it sure makes it easier to breathe
to breathe
If it makes it all all right then
you can have my bed tonight
Love you boy, xx