Night skies
The eager look in your wanton eyes
Beneath the tree by the picket-fence
We spoke of love and I lit a cigarette
The stain on my coat tells a tale of blood
When I drank of the greatest love
How precious we were when first immersed
And how ugly we do become
Tell me I'm lovely
Tell me I'm lovely
Its not enough that you show me you love me
Love me
Beg me for something more than I'm suited for
I don't mind, its not news to me
This idea of love as a gift and ability
They tell me that you have your father's taste and abounding grace
But I've seen, ignored both the weak and poor
All the likes of which I'm compared