Lady, All The Troubles Are My Fright, I Disgust You.
Feel The Power. You Cut The Truth Into You.
Why? Do You Think I'd Hidden Out?
On This Rely I Could Kiss You, With Lines Of Escape In My Mouth.
Please Let Me Bring Back These Gifts Of Mine To The Woman.
His Eyes Shined On My Back As I Slept And Knew You.

You Didn't Leave It All.
You Made An Even Call.
My Belly Released The Stars And Tears Between The Scars.
Ooooh. I'm Your Failed Husband Contender,
I'm Your Loan Shark Of Bliss.

This Dream You've Ridden On Turns Your World To Explosions
You Need To Be Alone To Heal This Bleeding Stone.
Now, Smell The Rain Of London, It Still Insists
That We Bed For Our Purity
As If We Are Pure In The Rain Of Our Contentment
As If I Can Think Of This No More.