Mahogany

Mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt
Behind the stadium, when you were coming down
The lighter leaves are lost in the freckles on your skin
The bitter taste of blood when the rooftop's caving in

Rotting good
Would you, would you cut the grain?
Would you, would you string his neck?
Would you, would you steer this wreck?
Would you, would you?

Tease me, torturous, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I'll be reckless, not yet

Mahogany eyes, are you more true than me?
The woodcutter's brothers are lining up to see
Your beauty is unparalleled and I cannot compete
The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me

Rotting good
Would you, would you cut the grain?
Would you, would you string his neck?
Would you, would you steer this wreck?
Would you, would you?

Tease me, torturous, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I'll be reckless, not yet

Tease me, torturous, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I'll be reckless, not yet