Well nighttime passes but the dark remains
And I was feeling like a little child but I am loathe to place blame
On my lioness-esque woman who will go here unnamed
She was looking in me for a lion when she found it so tame (oh)
On that erstwhile may morning I took the six downtown to Spring
And I was writing something elegiac that I never learned to sing
But I think it was this song just four years premature
And I remember crossing out the line 'All is fair in love and war'
Well if all is fair in love and war
Then I don't know what we are fighting for
'Cause my baby, she's a real peach even when the night come crashin' down
Real peach and the nighttime rolls away, alright
And we're comin' back to the demon-killing work of love (my god)
Well nighttime passes and the dark retreats
I hand it over to my upper angel who visits me in sleep
We're in the field beyond the right and wrong and the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it I just say "All is fair in love and war"
Well if all is fair in love and war
Then I don't know what we are fighting for
So if we don't care to fight no more
Let's go upstairs and let's shut the door
'Cause my baby, she's a real peach even when the night come crashin' down
Real peach and the nighttime rolls away, alright
'Cause my baby, she's a real peach even when the night come crashin' down
Real peach and the nighttime rolls away, alright
And we're comin' back to the demon-killing work of love (my god) illuminate