Bathe My Heart Lyrics - Singles - Arctic Death

call you, begging me to call you 

i'm not entertainment 

mixing me into your pavement 

patronize me crossly 

the pictures you took were both glossy 

out into the mineland 

fall into my whole hand baby 

bathe my bathe my heart in disappointment 

both of us love the sting of the ointment 

i've been trying not to follow you 

we are moaning on and on and... 

over it and over it 

running with a hint of it 

trying not to call it a sermon 

be my be my excuse not to retry 

this drive's got me falling and concerning 

you're my cellophane 

i'm your elephant 

there's bones on my shoulder-blade 

bones on your windowpane 

but i won't open it 

you wouldn't open it 

sharing what we put together 

calling us opponents 

soaking in a mixture of displeasure and monuments. 

say all this. 

bathe my bathe my heart in disappointment 

both of us love the sting of the ointment 

i've been trying not to follow you 

i've been trying not to swallow you whole