Bastard Tactics

At last, at last you drop your guard
And run your fingers, your fingers through my hair
I cross the threshold of your privacy
I rush side to side
To catch both of your eyes
I stretch authenticity to far-fetched glory
Who cares what they teach of humbleness

The glory overturns
When you lean against my chest
And the crime will be too low
To be ignored

Ignore the fact that I'm utterly
Utterly out of touch

At least, at least accept these sad remains
Fleece them from this frame
Adorn your nagging simplicity
With far-fetched glory
Who cares what they teach of humbleness

But the glory will overturn
If I lean against your chest
And the crime will be to love
To be ignored

If there's a brighter way to tackle the chase
Without pissing on your chances
Your chances, your chances
Let me show them

So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
Bastard tactics

So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
Bastard tactics