SMITTEN



You put your face in front of mine

All but hiding desperation

Hunger leaks out of your eyes

Whetting me with dark temptation



All I want, all I want is to hold you

Instead I hold my breath



Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you

(hey, hey, hey)



In a dimly lighted bar

We sit while Conscience pours another

And she is home, and she is waiting

She my friend, she your lover



I can hear the angels on your shoulder

And the devil on your lips



And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you



You can read me like a trashy book

I'm barely keeping in these rages

So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn between

These pages, pages



You put your face in front of mine

And breathed a wordless conversation

Good intentions, true regret

Cannot eclipse love's desperation



And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you

I am smitten with you

I am smitten with you

(hey, hey, hey)