Such a cheap game, pretending
To win a father’s blessing,
When we’ve been downstairs undressing,
Knowing not the time it takes…

Your thoughts start to stray, and
You see the paleness in me.
You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing
You to sleep…

I woke up next to a body
That didn’t belong to me.
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday.
Had me feeling like your father would hate me.

Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail.
But I always thought it’d lead somewhere we’d rest.
Now on my back I obsess,
The thought of you unimpressed
By the things I do,
The things I say.
The way you talk to me.

I woke up next to a body
That didn’t belong to me.
Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday.

And I see it hiding
In your sullen, sunken face,
You’ve decided.
Do you think you know how this ends?
Living as distant friends.
No longer young and in love and
At war with the world.