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 These laws are tugging gently At the low hanging fruit so violently tempting you Sideways, sweet love The night so long Dead face, cold glove Come over, do me wrong In the deep unending winter… 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