When the Stars Fall from Grace

She said she doesn’t like sugar
so why do you say that sweetness makes the lover
and then you told her she reminds you of your mother
and she doesn’t like butter
so why do you slide around under those covers
melting through her hands and down the gutter
She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare
She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her
Oh brother, you talk about the things you must discover
the cannibal that lies inside the lover
She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare
She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her
Today, you’ve got to walk away and find another place
somewhere darker, maybe outer space
where you can’t offend, but then again
I’ve got a feeling that the stars would fall from grace
She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her
She’s not biting cos she don’t like it when it’s rare
She’s not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her