What you are to me: a hollow shiver
A ship-wrecked, sad sort of breed
Vacant eyes every other night
A callous current in your river brings me back
And it's tearing my limbs and calling me names again

Chamomile lover, get real
Nothing sweet detiorates in its sleep
Too hard to adhere to the devil fear
Typecast as a hard-luck acrobat, got right and fought back
You can go where you go, quit swinging low

I've seen through your valleys, and I've seen how you flow
There is something of an air in your mountain where you are rocky as a Jupiter storm
Your winds come in colors, just vibrant, empty nicotine
I am howling like a dog from your hilltops
I am your parallel, rigid ravine

Quit feigning fault lines
Don't sympathize with the new night
Bat love, ain't you scared of bad blood?
Too proud to have sought us, too Sauvignon to be modest
Old cicada was a beatnik revelator, sea-sick delegator
Bluer than the undertaker

I've tired of your livin', I'm tired of your provocative air
I give something like a stream of mercy, I believe
But that bull has got his horns in your hair
Who was fist-fought and weary?
I bring you what I salvage of peace
And I bring you what I make from the six string
Swear, but I used to be living for me

Love you never really had to be so hard, now did you? x2
Love you never really had to be so hard, well why the Hell you scowlin' now?
Love you never really had to be so hard, now did you?
You steam, you vapor in my atmosphere

Love, you never really had to go away, now did you? x2
Love, you never really had to go away, well why you gonna take off now?
Love, you never really had to go away, now did you?