Sex In C Minor

Found my love in a lock of hair
Quick key set, now she's changing guard again
Tip my glass to the Range Rovers shaking their heads, wicks to burn it in
Compassionately, oh, you're lashing out my deepest depth of relationship
Made that bed, now get in it

Bedroom has been barren for some audience stolen away
My spot lights out for all your applause
Just get in back of my black hearse
I'll drive you 'til you don't know where you'll reach my voice across the universe tight

Alright now, I'll write more hits for everyone
We'll have our legs all tangled up
Come on, no, you're going to fuck us over my way
It's the American way

It's everything we're going through
Scream it at cathedral walls, drips down the fucking diary text
Find out what this turns into when there's no one to come next

Once general of wooden men flipping through the dusty record binge
You're just spinning my sex
Did that drunken ministry shit, prayers half-slurred the borders of my irony
I'm just being yourself

Always looking over my own shoulder at then bench of a Wurlitzer
Hammer strong and swift and pure (heart so true and feet so sure)
You could go effortlessly, it'll get you
I'm shaking off the bullshit trend

If you'd stop meddling, always pedaling you're, whatever comes about
Come on, let's dance
Come on, I want it, twist it
Shout
Work it out

'Cause I'm kicking it
Screaming, breach into that secret heart
Feel that precious poetry
You know what you're going through
It's just something I had to do

Rapping at your chamber door, naked as when I was born
Finding out what this turns that into
Dying to be what I'm becoming, strumming loud, mumbling proud
Something!

So I am so, I am so, I am so (betrothed to death)
Quiet, quiet, quiet, oh (betrothed to death)
See who I let, see who I let, see who I let go (betrothed to death)

That's it



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Knapp
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