I've been having wicked thoughts
Terribly wicked, selfish and [bad word] 
Imagining I stood high on a ledge
And fell just out of the reach of you

Just then, we are together alone
As I fall, you look up
Looking for all the world like for once
It was you, not me, who had been [bad word] 

Should I love you more than I do?
Or pray to love you less?
Or learn to live with the little you give
Believing it all for the best?

Will I ever see your heart?
Open wide and your eyes shut
Looking for all the world like for once
It was you, not me, who had been [bad word] 

The trees are angry, toss in the wind
Devour small planes going by
Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves
Down around us where we lie

I hear your uneasy breath
As you stir but don't wake up
Looking for all the world like for once
It was you, not me, who had been [bad word]