She used to say about love
That it should come from above
That it should come from below
She used to say my love
Wear the lips of a saint
And the lips of a whore
And when we'd walk along the street she'd say
If it rains now, I hope to god it pours
And her beautiful ideas
She'd cut me in half, clean this broad sword
And now I...

I just can't seem to get out bed anymore
Yeah... and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out bed anymore

She used to say that magic was the edge
And science and god
They were the sides of a cooper penny piece
Yeah! and it's far better to keep it spinning and spinning and spinning
That for one side to fall and to freeze
Oh, and when we'd walk along the pier

I just can't seem to get out bed anymore
Yeah... and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out bed anymore

She used to say
Let's get naked and get under the sheets


I just can't seem to get out bed anymore
Yeah... and now my
My heart hangs worn and weak like an old wire door
And now I
I just can't seem to get out bed anymore yeah