Siberian Kiss
Give me back
My pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate

Of depress
And I hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.

So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the size of a kiss
I hope she knows.

Staring at a Parisian sex flick
Where the characters don't meet
The characters don't speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.

So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows.

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.

On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about.

I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing.
There's always one more thing.
If I can't have you no one will.

Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?

I keep you jealously to myself.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): DARYL PALUMBO, JUSTIN BECK