Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leaves
Oh, how the ring will never fit the finger properly
If I could rip it from it's bond, I'd tie your eyes to me
She'll tie
Because the years are getting slippery
Oh, I'm a suitcase with the hinges bursting free as to say
"You're stuffed too full, you have to give your lover's load away"
So through each pore, I sweat the linger of your love away so fast
Because our love is getting slippery
Somehow the sky is holding up the heavens
But I can't get the ground to hold the earth up anymore
And all our friends are finding life inside the ocean
But my pockets scream, "you can't afford to live there anymore"
For all my life, I will keep you in my lower lay
Where all my sins are piled right up to my shoulder blade
And I will visit you with thoughts from the left side of my brain
And take the artery that leads me back to you
You
You
You