Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Recluse, artist - Cursive. Album song The Ugly Organ, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 24.11.2014
Record label: Cursive
Song language: English
The Recluse |
| I wake alone, in a woman’s room I hardly know |
| I wake alone, pretend that I am finally home |
| The room is littered with her books and notebooks |
| I imagine what they say, like, «Shoo fly, don’t bother me» |
| And I can hardly get myself out of her bed |
| For fear of never lying in this bed again |
| Oh Christ, I’m not that desperate, am I? |
| Oh no, oh God — I am |
| How’d I end up here to begin with? |
| I don’t know |
| Why do I start what I can’t finish? |
| Oh, please, don’t barrage me |
| With the questions to all those ugly answers |
| My ego’s like my stomach |
| It keeps shitting what I feed it |
| But maybe I don’t want to finish anything anymore |
| Maybe I can wait in bed till she comes home |
| And whispers: |
| «You're in my web now |
| I’ve come to wrap you up tight |
| Till it’s time to bite down» |
| I wake alone, in a woman’s room I hardly know |
| I wake alone, pretend that I am finally home |
| Home, home |
| Home, home |
| Home, home |
| «You're in my web now |
| You’re in my web now |
| You’re in my web now» |