Someone ought to cut me off
Because I will not stop
So leave me here or take me home
And I can keep you up
And in a strange way
It’ll be better if the morning doesn’t come
These eyes, that girl, this love
And her hell for all time
I stood beside a pair of eyes reminded
That if she fell in, she could fall out
I wonder why a love so deep
Would have me begging for mercy
And in a strange way
It would have been better
If the morning never came
These eyes, that girl, this love
And her hell for all time
There, at the impa**e
Subtlety is pinned beneath
The weight of impatience
And the fear of getting caught between
The back and the knife
The thrill and the vice
I think I love you, dear