If I woke up in Temescal more than once I would have fallen in love Not with you, but with your neighborhood Which had already carved itself into memory in realtime Burned with luminous skin in the late morning sun And the perilously foreign-yet-familiar feel of someone's hand in mine The treacherous ways I was at your command Gave in completely because I'd found peace, at long last
Is each successive rejection a Russian doll A little smaller, but really just the same, mocking me And even though so few of my stars were hung on your tree I will mourn every loss I want to tear out your heart in response But you would have to see what you are missing And we know you are blind to the charms I tell myself I still wield You've tacitly declared them invisible
So I punish myself with an overdose of my beloved solitude I will never know how much pleasure I negate By setting my body off-limits It could all just be a delusion I might truly be as worthless as you clearly found me At best a lovely and damaged illusion To those who can't touch me
If I woke up in Temescal again I would have written another song about you And no -- I've finally cut you off from the honors you never deserved
If I woke up If I woke up in your arms again Nostalgia is the worst drug I've ever tried to kick How close did we ever come?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
