Do you have a clue what you are gonna do when this is through
They always said eventually that you would make a mess of me,
Eventually
But I would lie a thousand lies to get to you
Your solitude can fill a room but I'll get to you
Your lips would move without a sound,
Just slightly south of this great house
Where loving you would always be the way to get the best of me
Eventually
But I would lie a thousand lies to get to you
Your solitude can fill a room but I'll get to you
Your pale face and her heartache were so much to take, anyway
The islands that we built for days would so mercifully save