Common Touch

Use that key and make me bleed, radiator And off-season There's not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her Talkin' underhand on a favourite band You'd pretend to like before leaving The torrential sounds under heaving clouds You said the sky's just bruised, but I saw bleeding

What do you want? I would not care enough to know And further on I still won't care enough to know And if it's all too much for the common touch I could gild my hands in that circumstance I could lift you up, give a further thought I could bleat your name in the ground

And I think she had a pretty name Something that rhymed with Jesus And it's insane There's not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand Complained and tried to fight the dealer The habitual rounds over burial grounds The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh Fucking Teresa

What do you want? I would not care enough to know And further on I still won't care enough to know And if it's all too much for the common touch I could gild my hands in that circumstance I could lift you up, give a further thought I could bleat your name in the ground

And could you give me a minute? I'm not so sharp when I'm on my own I see your face move in the shadows Of all the places we used to go But could you give me a minute? I shut my mouth just to spite my nose I wish my words were made for lovers But I can't stand not singing on my own