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