Damien Rice.
Well I held you like a lover:
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignored our others,
Happy plans for that delicate look on your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough,
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
........
And I've still got me to keep you warm...
Warmer than warm, yeah.
Warmer than warm.
Warmer than warm.
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignored our others,
Happy plans for that delicate look on your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough,
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
........
And I've still got me to keep you warm...
Warmer than warm, yeah.
Warmer than warm.
Warmer than warm.