From the album The Language of Eyes

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Lyrics

On awnings and gravestones, engraved in my bones
I didn’t see you arrive
But I best be going, I only came ‘cause I heard you were gunna be here
Oh, talk is cheap
Don’t entertain the notion
I’m too big to sit on your knee
And too small to devour your devotion

I stride into the fancy restaurant
Get myself a table by the window
Sir, can you direct me to the bathroom
if you’re not too busy?
Expensive smile, whitened to the T
Gee, I’m sure glad I’m not the one
who has to scrub these toilets

Young blood, lovely face
An existence stronger than a myth,
as useful as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of it,
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

I used to sit and wait
And drop everything if you happened to need me
Now you say that you couldn’t care less
if you never ever saw me
Well I’ll go away, a thoughtless misplacement
There’s always room for that
unwavering replacement

I feel like a three-legged dog being
forced to pull a sled of raw meat
But if it was written from the heart
then I don’t have to transpose anything
What’s the use? I was only trying to savour you
Time is just a series
of four-dollar photo booth snapshots

Young blood, lovely face
An existence stronger than a myth,
as useful as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of it,
I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

Young blood, ugly face
An existence stronger than a myth,
as useless as a rake
The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back
In each cheek and bruise
And I’ve got a lot of love stashed away for you.