beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men [bad word] hide all of the skeletons
little girl wants to make her home with him
in the middle of the shore she wonders

"don't know what you asked for"
"don't know what you asked for"

all young lovers know why
nightmares blind their mind's eye [bad word] is young and handsome
so new to your bedroom floor
you know [bad word] well were you'll go

I've loved so many times and I've drowned them all
from their coral graves they rise up when darkness falls
with their bones they'll scratch the window
I hear them call

"don't know what you asked for"
"don't know what you asked for"

stay with me under these waves tonight
be free for once in your life tonight