Oh, Lover from SULKIE by Sulkie
Tracklist
| 9. | Oh, Lover | 5:55 |
Lyrics
Lonely girl
They say I have the haunted face
Of a lonely, lonely girl
Lined with years
Of too much innocence
And pent-up rage
Lonely girl
Even in your arms
I’m crying for the world
I can’t keep you down –
I know I can’t,
And my body aches from trying
If the stories were true
And we were one before we came
I’d find a way to hold you down
And sew you back to me
If the stories were true
And the myths weren’t all lying
I’d find a way to hold me on to you
Oh, lover,
Who was never really mine
I see you in her arms and I know that it is time
I’m deaf and dumb with love that I couldn’t ask of you
And the words you spoke for me
They always told the truth
Oh, lover,
The sun it starts to rise
The knife is in my hands and it’s time to sever ties
I could throw it to the sea and try to play it by the book
Oh I’d throw myself in first if your happiness I took
So, lonely girl,
Is wailing at the wind about her lonely, lonely world,
You won’t cry
And it doesn’t change a thing
For you or me
But smile once more
Or lock me with those eyes that could melt me to the floor
Cruel and kind,
I once swore they burned for me
If the stories were true
And we were one before we came
I’d find a way to hold you down
And sew you back to me
If the stories were true
And the myths weren’t all dying
I’d find a way to hold me on to you
Oh, lover,
Who was never really mine
I see you in her arms and I know that it is time
I’m deaf and dumb with love that I couldn’t ask of you
And the words you spoke for me
They never told the truth
Oh, lover,
The sun it starts to rise
The knife is in my hands, and it’s time to sever ties
I could throw it to the sea and try to play it by the book
But I’d throw myself in first if my happiness I took
I get a lap dance from my fantasies
Of me and him, him wanting me
And on my throne I sit like a crown-less queen
The jester laughs, “you never had a king.”
I get a lap dance from my fantasies,
Where fire burns,
But our love still breathes
And on my pedestal, I’m a fucking queen
So well adorned in my trivelin dream
Oh, oh, oh,
No, no, no,
Oh, lover,
The sun it starts to rise
The knife is in my hands, and it’s time to sever ties
I could throw it to the sea and try to play it from the book
But I’d throw myself in first if my happiness I took
