You stand now, on yourself
 little moon [bad word] in the room.
 You stand there still
 Like you were in the arms of everyone you ever wanted.

I was watching you well.

I won't stop you; I won't speak.
 The water on your cheek is the only thing smooth and
 I'm ashamed that I'm ashamed of you
 Standing in my room, lest more water overtake you

And I was watching you, watching you well.

Why won't you leave me quicker
 Why won't you leave me?

I'm ashamed that I'm ashamed of you
 For standing in my room, lest more water overtake you

I won't stop you
 And I won't speak.

Why won't you leave me quicker?
Why won't you leave me...