| To think of my task is chilling
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| To know i was carefully building the mask i was wearing
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| For two years, swearing i’d tear it off
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| I’ve sat in the dark explaining to myself
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| That i’m straining too hard
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| For feelings i ought to find easily
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| Called myself jezebel
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| I don’t believe
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| Before i say that the vows we’ve made
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| Weigh like a stone in my heart
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| Family is family, don’t let this tear us apart
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| You lie there, an innocent baby
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| I feel like the thief who is raiding your home
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| Entering and breaking and taking in every room
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| I know your feelings are tender
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| Inside you the embers still glow
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| But i’m a shadow, i’m only a bed of blackened coal
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| Call myself jezebel for wanting to leave
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| I’m not saying i’m replacing love for some other word
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| To describe the sacred tie that bound me to you
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| I’m just saying we’ve mistaken one for thousands of words
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| And for that mistake
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| I’ve caused you such pain
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| That i damn that word!
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| I’ve no more ways to hide
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| That i’m a desolate and hollow place inside
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| I’m not saying i’m replacing love for some other word
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| To describe the sacred tie that bound me to you
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| I’m not saying love’s a plaything
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| No, it’s a powerful word
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| Inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you
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| How i wish that we never had tried
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| To be man and his wife
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| To weave our lives into a blindfold
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| Over both our eyes |