Come Over, Do Me Wrong

I try, like any good man To distinguish my boredom from pain  Oh happy day, reasons for living  I have accepted the joke as it came And half of any good thing is Its proximity to its end You laugh as if it’s nothing  But the voice in the void and the silence is sending you   Sideways, sweet love The night so long  Dead face, cold glove  Come over, do me wrong  So here it is, Merry Christmas  What I wanted, each cheap desire  A world of skin, a sluggish river Sad gift wrapped in chicken wire And half of any good thing  Is the reason it cannot be yours  Thesе laws are tugging gently  At the low hanging fruit so violеntly tempting you   Sideways, sweet love  The night so long  Dead face, cold glove  Come over, do me wrong   In the deep unending winter...  In the deep unending winter...  In the deep unending winter...  In the deep unending winter... In the deep unending winter...  Wrapped and ready baby Wrapped and ready baby, ready now  To be sending you sideways, sweet love  The night so long  Dead face, cold glove  Come over do me wrong  And if I could tell you I would  Just how bad it feels  When you fall into the neighbourhood  Break me on your wheel  And leave us lying in a burning wreck  Waiting to be born  See the hairs rise on my neck  Early in the morn