TV on the Radio - I Was A Lover |
I Was A Lover
TV on the Radio I was a lover before this war Held up in a luxury suite Behind a well barricaded door Now that I've cleaned up, gone all legit I can see clearly, round hole Round hole - square peg don't fit I'm locked in my bedroom So send back the clowns My clone wears a brown shirt And I seduce it when there's no one around Mano y mano on a bed of nails Bring it on like a storm 'til I knock the wind out of his sails And we don't make eye contact But we have run-ins in town Just a barely polite nod And nervous stares toward the ground I once joined a peace class Plastic, inert Slow dance with commerce Like a lens up a skirt And we like to party And we kept it live And we had a three-volume tome of contemporary slang To keep a handle on all this jive Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine And it's been a while since we went wild And that's all fine, but we've been sleepwalking through this trial And it's really a crime And it's really a crime And it's really a crime It's really criminal We're busy tempting, like fate's on the nod Running on empty, bourbon and God It's been a while since we knew the way It's been even longer since our plastic priest class Had a goddamned thing to say I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war |