I'm too tired to try Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now Gave me directions but it's all the same, oh no Let's not get ahead of ourselves now There's no need for raid it's our own parade Ooh you're looking at

(I'm feeling better since you know me) (I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me) It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face I've been everywhere and back trying to replace Heart still beating but it's not working But with you, I feel again

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme Darlin', darlin', darlin' And all of my peaches (are ruined, bitch) I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger 'Cause you just want it so much

I wear you like a new tattoo And I'll be so happy that I'm stuck with you And we cannot deface in any weather But now it's all making sense The design, the desire, I don't wanna remove You're the kind of thing that I could love forever I wear it like a

It's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place

Put on your dancing shoes Shall we dance Drop that long face Come on have your fling Why keep nursing the blues? If you want this old world on a string Stop wasting time Watch your spirits climb Or keep on mopin'?

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Tell me your lies Because I just can't face it I don't know why She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don't, she don't, she don't Give a fuck

Double C your purses, you deserve it But you're curvin' Curvy little body, love your surface (Surface) I like the way you keep up with your earnings Yeah, it's okay, 'cause you swervin' We got London On Da Track Got the AP covered, diamonds with