In bed your body burns just like a fire. And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side.
 And my ego can’t seem to get a grip
 I’ll simplify the terms I’m leaving until my body lays under leaves and green-green grass
 By then my ego might finally get a grip

 So I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight
 With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones

 I could patiently seek another chance
 Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance
 I loathe your hesitance

 I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight
 With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones
 So lay like a monument to poise and indifference
 Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth
 I’ll trade my vindictive sigh for quarter of witless spite
 Til I, like my lover, lie with beggar’s bones
 Til I let my lover

 Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride
 And let it all go for the sake of a better life