Waiting to be brought about She turns before the grand reveal
And every time she chickens out Those old familiar doubts she feels
Songs about a life unlived Gifts she could not promise you
She'd lie across the bed and give But is that a song you'd want to do?
The greatness of this moon Pulls its concrete over your bed
And in the darkness of this room She needs you and you'll rise like bread
Would you just lay back and rest With one little time you'd share that bed
But you're loving on the ground abreast Half asleep and half in dread
But you're loving on the ground abreast Half asleep and half in dread