Well, take me as you want, baby
Hold me like a child in your bed
All warm and wild and full of dread
And we’ll rule the Nile
Well, sing me like a song, baby
Let up on the reins and set me free
Or lock these chains and lose the key
And fuel the flames
Well, I told you I was bad breaks, and stomach aches
And churns and quakes and shakes
And I’ll make you cry again
Well, I’m gonna lie again
Well, I told you I was bad news, and worn-out shoes
And waking, walking blues
And I’ll just make you cry again
Well, I’m gonna lie again
Do you really wanna come in here?
Cause I can’t let you in
And I could never show you what you want to feel real joy
But then you really haunt my dreams, and impart to me
So desperately how much you need to be destroyed
Well, I destroy
These roots of the tree
They grow wild and they cover both you and me
After hours, sneaking round in the cemetery
Where we buried our love
Well, these roots of the tree
They grow out and they cover us so wild and free
While we were K-I-S-S-I-N-G
And we fell from above
Well, I told you I was bad breaks, and stomach aches
And churns and quakes and shakes
And I want you to lie again
I want you to lie again
Well, I told you I was bad news, and worn-out shoes
And waking, wandering blues
And I want you to lie again
I want you to lie again
Do you really wanna come in here?
Cause I can’t let you in
And I could never give you what you want in your employ
But then you really haunt my dreams, and impart to me
So desperately how much you need to be destroyed
Well, me,
Well I destroy, I destroy, I destroy
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
These shells from the sea
They are really just pieces of you and me
Pieces of the people we used to be
This is a yard full of bones
These shells from the sea
They are really just broken pieces of me
Of the man that I tried and I failed to be
This is a yard full of bones
I can hear it calling me
I can hear it calling me
I can hear it calling me
Calling me back home
I can hear it calling me!
I can hear it calling me!
I can hear it calling me
Calling me back home!
Do you really wanna come in here?
Cause I can’t let you in
And I could never show you what you want to feel real joy
But then you really haunt my dreams, and impart to me
So desperately how much you need to be destroyed
Well, me,
Well, I destroy, I destroy, I destroy, I destroy, I destroy
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