Such a cheap game, pretending
To win a fatherâs blessing,
When weâve been downstairs undressing,
Knowing not the time it takesâ¦
Your thoughts start to stray, and
You see the paleness in me.
You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing
You to sleepâ¦
I woke up next to a body
That didnât belong to me.
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday.
Had me feeling like your father would hate me.
Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail.
But I always thought itâd lead somewhere weâd rest.
Now on my back I obsess,
The thought of you unimpressed
By the things I do,
The things I say.
The way you talk to me.
I woke up next to a body
That didnât belong to me.
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday.
And I see it hiding
In your sullen, sunken face,
Youâve decided.
Do you think you know how this ends?
Living as distant friends.
No longer young and in love and
At war with the world.