You'll rest your eyes
of my view of the world
of all the things that you live with
which you don't see, and you see all of them
And our sails in a storm,
pulled curtains
I suspect what's going to happen
and I don't have to say a thing, because she will
She said: "Hey, ask me, ask me
Maybe it's beneath your dignity
I'll disappear, ask me
I'll grow where you put me
Wrap yourself in the newspaper
like you'd wrap glass you had to throw
Because you ruin everything you touch, everything."
She said, she said:
"I'll rest my blind eyes
from all the turning*
so you don't have to get carried away
thinking that I'll ever forgive you."
I recognize, I recognize
our sails in a storm, I recognize them
pulled curtains
I suspect what's going to happen
and I don't have to say a thing,
because she will
Hey, ask me, ask me
Maybe it's beneath your dignity
I'll disappear, ask me
I'll grow where you put me
Wrap yourself in the newspaper
like you'd wrap glass you had to throw
Because you ruin everything you touch, everything.
She said: "Hey, hey
Love me, love me
I'll grow where you put me
Love me or ruin me."
She said: "Hey, love me!"