The keys are in my pocket
And they rattle you awake
Seventh floor apartment
And a fiery escape
But I'm a wife in watercolors
I can wash away
What seventeen cold showers
Couldn't wash away
Save me, save me
Save me from what I want
Save me, save me
Save me from what I want
Save me, save me
Save me from what I want
Honey, what reveals you
Is what you try and hide away
And you can tell the planets
Or your pillowcase
But I'm a wife in watercolors
I can wash away
What seventeen cold showers
Couldn't wash away
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want