there's something tragic about you
something so magic about you
there's something lonesome about you
something so wholesome about you
you're familiar like my mirror years ago
chivalry fell on its sword
i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
there's something wretched about this
something so precious about this
there's something broken about this
but i might be hoping about this. oh
to the strand a picnic plan for you and me
a rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree
you're familiar like my mirror years ago
chivalry fell on its sword
i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
you're familiar like my mirror years ago
chivalry fell on its sword
i slithered here from eden just to hide outside your door