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