My dress is torn, you have a black eye 
you got from a giving kind
but your coat is big and I am warm
I'll ask if I can walk you home

grey like the gravel under our shoes
the sky doesn't clarify
simple is something of a mystery
no longer making sense to me

got a gun and an eagles eye
but would like somewhere safe to hide
you've a reason and so have I, it's [bad word] 

I'm gonna rescue you
so you can rescue me too
make it a rendezvous

I got my best dress on
and you've a smile and a [bad word]  [bad word] and rescue me, 
and me you

I am the heat in an empty room 
the [bad word] through the walls
your sofas' old, but I am new
and there is better on the brew

my breath is soft, your hands are unlocked
un-manned and un-vertical
I feel strings without the black n blues
a weekend in a weekdays shoes

got a gun and an eagles eye
but would like somewhere safe to hide
you've a reason and so have I, it's [bad word] 

I'm gonna rescue you
so you can rescue me too
make it a rendezvous

I got my best dress on
and you've a smile and a [bad word]  [bad word] and rescue me 
and me you