Accidental Babies
Damien Rice - 《9》
Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Well you held me like a lover Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands in the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
Before one of us has accidental babies
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?