The Measure of Things

Oh lover, don’t turn away
The future’s bangin’ on your door
Won’t you just let it in
With teeth sinkin’ in
Beggin’ you to sin
The sirens sing, so say it now
Before the candle’s out
Before the clocks tick off their arms
And our memories are sold
When hope was still afloat
Now we make love by rote

We could make it right
We’d save our souls tonight
And with a word I’d take back all the shit I’ve done
And if you think it’s fine
Will you lay your head next to mine
And breathe out the sickness trapped inside your lungs

Oh lover, with world aflame
This winter’s freezin’ up your charms
In cold I have not known
It drags us into snow
This heavy load we tow
Our tripping tongues take time to moan
The spells we used to speak
The push and pull and do it now
Of boiling summer days
Why do you look that way
Your eyes never were so grey

And we could make it right
We’d save our souls tonight
And with a word I’d take back all the shit I’ve done
And if you think it’s fine
Will you lay your head next to mine
And breathe out the sickness trapped inside your lungs

We could make it right
We’d save our souls tonight
And with a word I’d take back all the shit I’ve done
And if you think it’s fine
Will you lay your head next to mine
And breathe in the goodness that’s inside my soul