Crossing town I take the train I draw my eyes along the pavement I would think youre like the river Running fast then overflowing Youve been sleeping there for hours Its the early afternoon Pull your sheets between your thighs Drop my eyes, that I dont falter And you listen when shes speaking Cause you know how these lovers Have a way with words We are lovers in your kitchen We are lovers in your hallway Place a feather in your cauldron Ill leave the book on your doorstep And its hardest when youre leaving Cause you always turn around And she never does Ill drop by some other day now I will seek you out in silence Another book, another mystery Some accounts of love and violence And you listen when shes speaking Cause you know how, you know how these lovers Have a way with words
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