Lift of the eyelids
Bleary with sleep
she's cold as the rainfall
but heat to his sheets
Quiet as a dormouse
swift as the wind
untangle your breath
and your fingers from his
Oh what pathetic displays
hunger satisfied by a stay
regretful, what a pleasant mistake
now I must pay.
Pressed into pillows
silk as skin
a kiss on the forehead
now she's gone with the wind
Damage the broken
then use it again
one special glance
now she's under your grip
Oh what pathetic displays
hunger satisfied by a stay
regretful, what a pleasant mistake
now I must pay.
Fill up your mouth with her porcelain lips
take all you can and run with it
take for yourself
for your selfishness
Oh what pathetic displays
hunger satisfied by a stay
regretful, what a pleasant mistake
now I must pay
Artist: Yellowcard
Artist: Natalie Imbruglia
Artist: Lorne Balfe