Mourning After

Taste this body Put it in your vein How high and hide the night And then, wake with your shame I'm mourning after When I should have remained A fly on your window For a day and then, done, ooh Taste this body Looking out on your way Two highs and eyes in flight In the end, it's your game How will this fade when All love remains? I Feel it this way Feel it this way I'm mourning after When I should have remained A fly on your window For a day and then, done, ooh