And does he drive you wild?
Accidental Babies
Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands
Your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignore our others
Happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies move and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
And the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space
Feel lighthearted in the boom
That beats our drum
I know I make you cry
I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
Without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we aren't
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?
Damien Rice
Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands
Your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignore our others
Happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies move and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
And the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space
Feel lighthearted in the boom
That beats our drum
I know I make you cry
I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
Without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we aren't
Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?
Damien Rice
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