By Reading Between the Lines

I wanted your teeth in my shoulder
so I turned out the lights and I left you to smoulder
With your lips in a sweat and the rips in your tights
I told you don't let the bedbugs bite

But you slid out of your fig-leaf sunglasses
And pouring out smoke you tied me up to the mast
And you laughed like a child, in your cloak, in your haze
With your hair piled over my face

And then you bound me and gagged me
With your wildfire thighs
And dragged me into your dreams
Of teeming centipede skies
Your nitroglycerine smile
In the merry-go glow
There's no place for me here
Christ, it's all gonna blow

Oh well
I took a picture of you yesterday
But there's not much left to say now the light's flooding through
And you're lazy with a head full of dew

With your feet trying to worm from the sheets
Lying thinly exposed in the thermostat heat
And there are clouds, there are signs in the Saturday mist
And I can't help noticing the lines on your wrists

But on the street there's the time
And the red in my eyes
Where we size up the day
And we say our goodbyes
You laid your gaze on the light
And your soul in my phone
And when the man turned white
You made the crossing alone

You must be out of your mind if you think I can help you
You must be out of your mind if you think I can stay
Oh, the sunlight has skewed the perspective
If you let me lead you on
You will lead me away