Your scars will heal you'll see
The doctor said for sure by the spring
I see through your disguise
You're an artist inside
And a hippy chained to a tree
We'll talk about hopes and dreams
And all our romantic fantasies
And I told you before
It's not my feet that are sore
This dance floor's not for me
Your eyes are red again
And all I said
Is that there's blood all around me
These hands are clean
It seems that you're more part machine
Have another drink if it helps
And close your eyes and try to find that switch that's inside
Curl up by my side, turn it off and hold tight
My job's not what you'd think
My travel bug packed for Tennessee
Excuse me while I add to the acid
Soaking in the bathroom sink
Your wounds will heal you'll see
Just take a staycation here with me
You can look for a cure
But I'll tell you for sure
My search starts with mature
Your hands are cold
I'm told your circulation is bad
And there's smoke all around me
You haven't slept and yet
It's as dark as it gets
Take another pill if it helps
And close your eyes and try to find that switch that's inside
Curl up by my side, turn it off and hold tight
Your eyes are red again
And all I said
Is that there's blood all around me
These hands are clean
It seems that you're more part machine
Have another drink if it helps
And close your eyes and try to find that switch that's inside
Curl up by my side, turn it off and just think maybe
The best part doesn't start
Think maybe
The best part doesn't start
Think maybe
The best part doesn't start just yet