| I can still taste you in the corner of my mouth | |
| If you hear me I claim you to be mine | |
| I watched my fardel turn and set below the ground | |
| And though I tried, I couldn't press this hand | |
| And she'll don't care | |
| But don't come with the worried frown | |
| 'cause I need only your hand in your hair | |
| Spending sunny days in darkened rooms | |
| Placing kisses all over open wounds | |
| All I want is to linger in your bed | |
| You made a mark, remember what you have | |
| I send you away | |
| So don't come with the worried frown | |
| 'cause I need only your hand in your hair | |
| So don't come with the worried frown | |
| 'cause I need only your hand in your hair |