I don't need directions, I can see the cause You don't need to whisper, baby, I've heard it all before Put a lemon under your nails I don't need protection, I don't need to show your talent I don't need your provision, I don't need to scoff You can keep your liquor, baby, that's for sure Put a ton of silver under your face I don't know what moves you, I can't even see when I'm on my knees Baby, give that quiver to me, I can shoot, I will do anything Please don't give me reasons, I'll never make them when I'm on my trampoline I've seen the devil looking for the code I can make your carbon copies all in nine to ten Tongue of courage under your head I don't need visions, I don't need to feel what isn't there Baby, give that quiver to me, I can shoot, I will do anything Please don't try to remind me, you'll never find me when I'm on my trampoline Tolerance is petty, misery is poor Someone sip the combination under his tongue Tongue of courage under your skin I don't need your resolution, I don't need to solve what could have been Baby, give that quiver to me, I can shoot, I will do anything Please don't give me reasons, I'll never make them when I'm on my trampoline © transcript Emily Beynon