For the lover, for the love And I swear I'll be August on What a mischief you would bring, young darling When the oldest is not on their own When you're up for it before you've grown Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh From the front forever When the devil's on the vertical And I tore your hair up just to climb back down again When you're feeling out your own form Can you tell that it's just ceremony Now you've aided up to what you're from Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Don't you tear the rain out from your frightful eyes When the saint is tabled on your circle When your face is famous, I'm with it For the love comes to burn you From the liver sweat through your tongue Well, you're standing on my stomach, don't you climb down, darling When the sunbeams are the first to pass Scream on Sundays when you're drunk and passed At the hollows where the sun melts Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh