Stay and fill me up with something else
Youre all thats left
And Ill be picking up the pieces of our past
Like broken glass
 [bad word] lonely nights
But Ive always been the last in line for romance
Captive among lonely hearts are all we are
Captive behind broken hearts are all we are

So lovely, can I stay the night?
And baby, if I said that Ill be back tomorrow
This might be a bit shy from the [bad word] And as lonely as the days that we begin to follow

Somehow we [bad word] those walls we build, somehow
Somehow we lose the urge to feel, somehow
Ive [bad word]  I've [bad word]  I've [bad word] the lesser man
We [bad word] products of ourselves

Slave to despair, despair to aspire
real lovers love
The profound beating of this chest
poetic type of touch
That reminds us who we are

The feeling, the rhyming rhythm
Recalling wounded thoughts
Still seeming a little tempted
To set these sheets aflame as your eyes close

So lovely, can I stay the night?
And baby, if I said that Ill be back tomorrow
This might be a bit shy from the [bad word] And as lonely as the days that we begin to follow

He finds that, that it's worth more
As hes slipping out, out the back door
He finds that, that it's worth more
As hes slipping out, out the back door

So lovely, can I stay the night?
And baby, if I said that Ill be back tomorrow
This might be a bit shy from the [bad word] And as lonely as the days that we begin to follow

So lovely, can I stay the night?
And baby, if I said that Ill be back tomorrow
This might be a bit shy from the [bad word] And as lonely as the days that we begin to follow

So lovely, can I stay the night?
And baby, if I said that Ill be back tomorrow