A voice cuts the quiet with a butter knife
And spreads it across hollow space
A voice that carries passion and remorse
And yet it travels without a face

She sings through her teeth and I can hear her smiling
She sings with lust and charismatic aim
She opens her lungs for a crawlspace
Where I will sit in shame

I can feel her breathy words
pulsating in my neck
I can feel her venom in my vein
But I accept its effect

In her song, I search for her
Though I know her all too well
We've known each other for years and yet
Only I am under her spell

So hear my voice through your soft soprano
And drink your cherry wine
I'll compliment you with my tenor
And harmonize your story with mine