I Stole a Work of Art

I stole a work of art from a man while he blew his nose
He took it seriously when I took his clothes
He looked at me and I pretended to dose
This work is mine now I hope he knows

I always want what can never really be mine
I wonder am I still alive in those times
A husband never knows the truth about a wife
And she can only ever see one of his eyes

It's too late for you to go, too late to leave
At his doorstep you learn something's wrong with your key
You wish you would've stayed
You wish you'd never made
A move on him, but you were just eighteen

She's not a lover, he's not a man
But everything is running according to his plan
He steals an extract of her pineal gland
He takes advantage of her short attention span

She keeps looking busy so it don't show
That she don't know how to act when the lights go
Everything is moving, when I try to tell her so
She looks for the door and says hello

He hides from her, she dresses like a nun
He confides in her that time has just begun
But when she leaves he'll be hiding from the sun
He promised her that everything would be fun

It's too late for you to go, too late to leave
At his doorstep you learn something's wrong with your key
You wish you would've stayed
You wish you'd never made
A move on him, but you were just eighteen