As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way Could've told me; I would've understood To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold And make you promise to remember me as good
As the day pours into nighttime With the sweat atop your skin so brightly gleaming I will heave a heavy sigh You're the torrent in this rainstorm Left me soaked, but what is more Hope looks a fool now, she's an ever-loving whore
You promised me the earth, that's what you gavе me A pretty little box of constant gravity And hopе, she's left too sore to even argue Hope you whore, hope you whore (whispered)/ whoosh into next verse
Hear the whisper of the turnpike In the middle of a midnight drive, you swerve as I convince you to slow down I say baby, don't you worry, I just wanted someone near me Someone breathing, unbelieving, bound to die
You'd warned me quite precisely of your offering That bitter little box of constant gravity Condolence is too swollen now to argue Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
We will meet there at the fulcrum Though I'm shaky I will hold you down Command that you spill what I am to do On the one hand you're my killer On the other I still dream of you Forgiveness treats us kindest when it's new
You'd promised me exactly what you gave me A pretty little box of constant gravity And hope, she's left too sore to even argue Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
In an elegy of silence, the tornado of your violent ways Won't hesitate to lose me from its grip I'll be thrown out to the shoreline Where the sand and sea meet every time Eroding one another by the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
