If lust and longing
Were all we knew
And love was kissing
On the roof in view
Of the office workers
And their Camera Phones
My heart would pump
To let you know
That you can take this song
If it's any good at all
Hide it somewhere
When your new love calls
And if he asks
If he hears music playing
Just tell him it's the rattaling
Of old bolts and chains
That hold your heart in
But now you're starting
To forget you ever knew me
And you won't
Let me in
If lust and longing were all we knew
And you were someone special and I was too
Would you take this song, put it on your wall
Hide it somewhere when your lover calls?
If he asks if he hears music playing
Tell him about the rattalingnof old bolts and chains
When it was all so simple
Like it was long ago
And you could fall in love with
Everyone you knew
And consider this song
Like DNA
Cut me open
To Hear what I'd say
Or pierced my skin
With your arrow and bow
St. Sebastian could tell you what
He knows about that
Let me in
She says break the rules now
Talk like you've got nothing to lose
But don't dance with nobody else
He's drunk at the wheel again
Rumoured to be somewhere
With a monster smile that's way too tight
Let me tell you what I know
She could just leave this alone
Find a way out of here and still make it home
We both know longing
Now it gets under your skin
But then I saw you making eyes
That were aimed at him
When you could take me over
Take it all
Close that distance
Smash that door
Meet me somewhere
Take my call
One last time
Before you crawl
Under the bed when your lover calls
Under the bed when his bullet falls
If hr asks if it's music playing
Tell him 'bout the rattaling of the bolts and chains
You never know what I want you for
All you gotta do now
Is let me in
She fixes studs on her ballet shoes
Walks like she's got nothing to lose
Still she just can't look at no-one else
And in the basement there is
Dirt on his knees
Trembling to see what she'll reveal
When everybody has gone home.
Let me tell you what I know
He could just leave it alone
Find a way out of here and still make it...
Her arrows are flying they don't hit their target and
She's in her top floor crying
She can't give this
Much of a fuck again
Now she'll go to another with Clergerie heels on
Dance with him to the beat of this song
Teach him that the beast must earn his horns
And me I'm just another number, son of generation kill,
With these days, too much time to kill
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comAnd if I see her
I'll tell her you said hi...