If I get you alone
I promise you to turn the light on
And if you feel the [bad word] close to me
Your heart's suggesting

And ,oh, the man I'll be
And I'll open up the door
And in the end you'll see
That I'm just, and just as loving
 [bad word] and look for me
I'm sorry but it's like that sometimes
I hate to make you bleed
Unless it leaves you limping homeward
 [bad word] back to my house
And I'll give what they can't offer
It's just blood on the couch
We'll clean it up together

So we labor
So we labor
So we labor on

So we labor
So we labor
So we labor on

So we labor
So we labor
So we labor on

And I hope that it's me
But I rarely choose to force the issue