Slow is the memory
I can picture her standing right in front of me
Orange blossoms [bad word] by concrete
I walk around with barefeet
And I know you want me
Can't remember everything
Her skin it tastes like sugar cane
And I had already gotten there before I came
My tank is empty
And I know you're thirsty
I have already tried to explain myself
It's not that I love someone else
But I can't bear to listen to you cry
I'm sick of all these wasted years
rag for someone else's tears
I wring you out as I hang you out to dry
And I'll see you when I get back
Maybe we can get ourselves back on the right track
You touch me there because you know how much I like that
I think that we will need to relax
And I know you want me
All the time and everywhere
happy surface but the underbelly isn't there
And the worst thing is that I don't even really care
And the emptiness is too much to bear
C'mon C'mon
Get off the phone [bad word] home
It's been so lonely since you've been gone
you won't surround me
up and down me
Be all around me
Baby I can't breathe no more