I'm getting older, I need your shoulder
I need your love and I need your blood
I want your honey, I'll take your money
I'll pay you back, I'll get the cash.

With you my life has begun.
I was on the run.
We've got the time its take to burn out the sun and the hearts desperately undone.
I've been so afraid. My body's burnt and laid out on a table at my wake.
And the radio's on
It's playing my song
it's the one that will take us the end if we defend our love and our souls we mend.

Can you hear my words? Can you feel my worth? Can you read my mind and share the rest of time?

I was making my own bed, I was picturing my death
I was lost in a fire and you saved me with your desire.
Can you hear me now? It's time to take a bow out of this last life born of sacrifice.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Martha Wainwright