Terms Of My Surender
When the moon is rising and the night is still
Some of my delusions have the power to kill
Scared Ill get what I deserve
Or maybe scared I wont
Im sitting in my borough staring at my motorcycle
My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles
Where I need too much
Baby, I swear I dont
Cause sometimes love can be so wrong
Like a fat man in a thong
It was shamelessly awake
I hold a seashell to ear
And winds of echoed dreams I hear
Reverberations of yesterday
I can be rough
Sometimes I can be tender
But I cant negotiate
The terms of my surrender
I love you too much, babe
Go on and have your way with me
Well, emperors and reigning kings
Have showered you with golden rings
Now I stand with my hat in my hand
I know that I cant compete
With ruthless men and satin sheets
But Im ready to meet your demands
Wars and glory, and ashes and dust
At the end of the story theres just us
I love you too much, baby
To ever say goodbye