The keys are in my pocket

And they rattle you awake

Seventh floor apartment

And a fiery escape



But I'm a wife in watercolors

I can wash away

What seventeen cold showers

Couldn't wash away



Save me, save me

Save me from what I want

Save me, save me

Save me from what I want

Save me, save me

Save me from what I want



Honey, what reveals you

Is what you try and hide away

And you can tell the planets

Or your pillowcase



But I'm a wife in watercolors

I can wash away

What seventeen cold showers

Couldn't wash away



Save me save me save me from what I want

Save me save me save me from what I want

Save me save me save me from what I want

Save me save me save me from what I want

Save me save me save me from what I want

Save me save me save me from what I want