By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 1-7-8, spitting cusses at my
face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults, and calling names.
Filthy S-M-Ss that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set
it in motion again.
But fate's a cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses
loosely in a bath robe with her hair up in curls. 'cause we were kissing for
hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself suggests
we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux: she vomits down
my rental tux. I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been thinking of
you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for
By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
And it's a good night for a fist fight because the dew will temper your fall.
You'll sing me lullabies in form of yr cat calls.
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm
snookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the eight ball. I keep
replaying my turn until your patience is shot. You peel your white gloves off
seductively before you respot. Your fingertips, leave marks and graze, I lay
you down atop the baize: I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been
thinking of you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for
Graceful, gracious, companion with your eyes of doe, and thighs of stallion.