I brought your face down on my head

it was something I rehearsed in a dream

you're too good looking far your own damn good

and you don't know what it could mean



You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime

it even hurts when I scream

you've got me drowning and still in the meantime

you don't know what it could mean



Because in my drunken stupor

I've got to admire your ingenuity

and nod my head so wisely

to the rhythm of your cruelty



You're oh so anguished now



you've got me dying ...



Because you want to have your price

and something you could hold your faith up to

I don't know how to tell you this

But you've got it coming all the way to you



You don't know ...