Knowing Your Own End

Acres Of Lions
I walked you to your house last night.
It was cold
and we were soaking wet.
Our costumes melted in the rain.
We were bare,
we were shy,
we were honest.
I talked for hours off my head.
I was dull
and you were silent.
I let you into places I-
I wouldn't dare go,
the things I meant to hide away.
You will
be the end...
you will be
the end of me.
Yes, this was just the illusion
that I was hoping for.
Oh, how I love to be let down.
I dig the way you walk around
like you own this town,
like you never even cared.
I dig the way you move to the sound
like it's part of you,
like there's no one else.
You will
be the end...
You will
be the end of me-
the end of me...
(Yeah!)
You will
be the end...
You will
be the end of me.
You will
be the end...
You will
be the end of me!
You will
be the end...
You will
be the end of me!
You will
be the end...
You will
be the end of me!