In bed your body burns just like a fire.
And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side.
And my ego can’t seem to get a grip
I’ll simplify the terms I’m leaving
Until my body lays under leaves and green-green grass
By then my ego might finally get a grip

So I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones
I could patiently seek another chance
Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance
I loathe your hesitance

I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones
So lay like a monument to poise and indifference
Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth

I’ll trade my vindictive sigh
For quarter of witless spite
Til I, like my lover, lie with beggar’s bones
Til I let my lover
Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride
And let it all go for the sake of a better life