Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me...
No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No 'who cares', no vacant stare, no time for me
Chorus:
Honey you're familiar
Like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door.
Babe, there's something wretched about this,
Something so precious about this,
Where to begin?
Babe, there's something broken about this,
But I might be hoping about this,
Oh what a sin.
To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand, for your other man
To hang from a tree
Chorus x2
Honey you're familiar
Like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door