Try crying while you embrace me for once.
Where the fuck are you looking? Fuck’re you thinking ‘bout?

1, 2, 3, 4, skin settles onto skin, two settles into one, slowly we feel the groove
1, 2, 3, 4, snared in a gentle trap, we fall deep into the groove

This ain’t some inconsequential thing
Fucking stupid it’d be to end it now
This ain’t some inconsequential thing
Off goes the red guitar, weeping.

Try crying while you embrace me for once.
Where the fuck are you looking? Fuck’re you thinking ‘bout?

1, 2, 3, 4, seeking the night, meeting the morning, slowly this all changes us.
1, 2, 3, 4, this relationship between us, steadily it is changing.

This ain’t some inconsequential thing
Fucking stupid it’d be to end it now
This ain’t some inconsequential thing
Off goes your housecat, yowling.

Try crying while you embrace me for once.
Where the fuck are you looking? Fuck’re you thinking ‘bout?

1, 2, 3, 4, this hidden secret between them, breaks steady into dawning...
1, 2, 3, 4, apologies! Let’s cut this relationship right here, before anyone finds out ‘bout us.