Achilles' Desire Lyrics - Singles - Whitehorse

I don't have much, but I got the good stuff 

And I keep it tucked away where you can find it 

If you got the guts 

And walk with me, walk with me, walk with me, walk 

I got a girl from the burbs who won't talk 

I don't have much, but I got the good stuff 

And I don't know why you make me sweat 

When trouble comes callin', I'm packin' my bags for the West 

And I'll give you nothin' for nothin' if that's what you desire 

I'll let it cool if you light my fire 

Bumper shine my way home 

Bumper shine my way home 

All the square pegs and all the round holes 

Couldn't fit all of the stories you told 

The pull of the moth to the fire 

Your Achilles' desire 

I don't have much, but I am a rich man 

I got a woman down from the Park Ridge 

Who is finer than sand 

Fall with me, fall with me, fall with me, fall 

Through the waist of the hourglass fall 

But I don't have much, but I am a rich man 

Second hand gypsy is no fadin' flower 

Fingers are frozen with furious power 

The pull of the moth to the fire 

Your Achilles' desire 

Cold, cold sweat on the back of my knees 

The future blows in on Assiniboine breeze 

The pull of the moth to the fire 

Your Achilles' desire 

All the square pegs and all the round holes 

Couldn't fit all of the stories you told 

The pull of the moth to the fire 

Your Achilles' desire 

Pull of the moth to the fire 

Your Achilles' desire 

But I don't have much