invoice

I’d be a stencil of a man
I’d taste the sting of violent hands
If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for you
I’m sorry for calling your love «sickness»
I needed your strength but mocked your thickness
But I owe so much to you, owe so much to you
Whatever makes you cold freezes me
Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me
Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me
He straddles the equator, not the fence
Taught us to break our wrists, not our promises
Not our promises, he always keeps his promises
Because of him lesser men have set their father’s homes ablaze
And as the smoke billowed all those men became
The boys they never got to be, never got to be
Whatever makes you cold freezes me
Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me
Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me
Oh, I’m committed to you