Baby, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?Baby, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to meNo tired sighs
No rolling eyes, no irony
No who cares, no vacant stares
No time for meHoney, you're familiar
Like my mirror, years ago
Idealism sits in prison
Chivalry fell on its swordInnocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your doorBaby, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin?Baby, there's something broken about this
But I'm maybe open about this
Oh, what a sinTo the strand, a picnic plan
For you and me
A rope in hand, for your other man
To hang from a treeHoney, you're familiar
Like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison
Chivalry fell on its swordInnocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your doorHoney, you're familiar
Like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison
Chivalry fell on its swordInnocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to hide outside your door
Composição: Andrew Hozier-Byrne.
