Maybe she’s right, all this pouring concrete on the graves of the past
And she sure can hook a bullet through the way she makes a thing last
And she said she wouldn’t go outside even if you were there
I’m not sure if she was trying to make me not care
About the music you make and the synergy
But something warns me off your infinity
As you criticise and pollute
The atmosphere in a shirtless suit
Subversive of the norm
And I bet your body’s warm
When it lays beside me at night
So pure in the candlelight
As it casts gazes all across the room
Did I overestimate my appeal too soon
And you cheerlead and you promote
You come up with lines that I quote
And I know that I am tin to your armour 
Somewhere in the fields of a foreign farmer 
As he licks his lips 
And the mask slips 
Just in time for me to recoil
Somewhere a kettle starts to boil
And I can hear it singing from afar
I listen to you in the car
And I know, I know it would never work
All I’m looking for is the hurt
That I see in your dark eyes
The mystery and the disguise