Terms Of My Surrender

When the moon is rising and the night is still
Some of my delusions have the power to kill
Scared I’ll get what I deserve
Or maybe scared I won’t
I’m sitting in my borough staring at my motorcycle
My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles
Where I need too much
Baby, I swear I don’t
'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong
Like a fat man in a thong
It was shamelessly awake
I hold a seashell to ear
And winds of echoed dreams I hear
Reverberations of yesterday
I can be rough
Sometimes I can be tender
But I can’t negotiate
The terms of my surrender
I love you too much, babe
Go on and have your way with me Well, emperors and reigning kings
Have showered you with golden rings
Now I stand with my hat in my hand
I know that I can’t compete
With ruthless men and satin sheets
But I’m ready to meet your demands
Wars and glory, and ashes and dust
At the end of the story there’s just us I love you too much, baby
To ever say goodbye