You want to be the end of the story You want to be the end of the story So you cling to something Clench something
I don't remember your name I don't remember your name As you lie across the table You swear and rhyme You lie across the table You swear and rhyme
Thinking that maybe it'll suit your body Thinking that maybe it'll suit your body Your body
It's all trouble It's all trouble 'Cause you want to feel it, you want to feel it But you don't believe in it
Spreading your feathers Sucking on every tree Caught up between the devil and the deep blue sea As you lie across the table You swear and rhyme You lie across the table You swear and rhyme
Thinking that someone might suit your body Thinking that someone might suit your body Your body
It's all trouble It's all trouble Until you turn off the red lights in your window
