when you are laughing
are you crying
when you’re under her thong?
or do you think about yourself dying
over the weight of my song?
and I could tell you
I could fake it
I could never be wrong
but you won’t ever find me broken
over the weight of a song

maybe he will push me
or blush me
or sweep me
under the rug

yet, from the attic above
i was an echo, a thud
my body just now a weight
but no longer, i could

got a heart that's racing
at the speed of aintree horse
that has fallen at the first hurdle
are you placing a bet or placing a curse?

you can pass around the blame
like it's a game of pass the parcel
you can say it's a hard days work
just to feed the family
because they'd have died of famine
if you weren't telling them all lies

So we got unlaced and rethread
at the end of a sad November’s day
but don’t you worry yourself though sweetheart
I’ll make sure that you get to have your say

who knows why you hurt the truest love
you have ever truly known
when you changed the course of history
forever apart, we will now be sewn

for you I was here all of the time
day or night my love
always with your fingers half interlocked
and folded into mine

I just want someone to read this
and understand my words as they are written
for the one for me will appreciate my intuition
yet still, from a curse of the bible I was left bitten