Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song His Pleasure Is My Pain, artist - Jewel. Album song Picking Up The Pieces, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Record label: Jewel
Song language: English
His Pleasure Is My Pain |
A man stands in the doorway like a small child, angry fists |
She lies in her bed, her head buried in her pillow, she stares at the moon |
He speaks to her, all the words she’s heard too many times before |
And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade away |
She thinks this was a gradual steel frost that started with cold feet |
And ended with numb hearts |
It was once satisfying sex, but now no longer is |
It was once filled with all the possibilities of new China or old stone |
But now it’s exaggerated and water-logged |
No longer what these hands had intended and still I cry in my sleep |
He always said I was too sensitive |
But I say, least I never meant to make him cry |
Least I never meant to make him hurt that way |
No, I never meant to make him cry |
I never meant to make him hurt that way |
Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but |
He takes pleasure in my pain |
Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but |
He takes pleasure in my pain |
And the unheard hours they fly by, she goes to the window |
Puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair |
He’s already asleep by the time she goes to lay back down |
She thinks, my God, what am I doing here |
My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his grey eyes |
And I feel that if I were to stay one more night here I’d die |
Or explode, or worse yet, just fade away |
And there’ve been days so dark when I felt like August |
And that I soon too would have to turn to Fall |
He always said I was too sensitive |
If I dared to care so much, the world could kill me that way |
I wonder if he’s only half alive or if he simply has always lacked such subtlety |
But I say, at least I ever meant to make him cry |
At least I never meant to make him hurt this way |
No, I never meant to make him cry |
I never meant to make him hurt this way |
Yes it’s true, I’m too sensitive but |
He takes pleasure from my pain |
She gets out of bed and looks at her feet as though |
They were the wings for her freedom |
She gets up and goes to the drawer |
It’s a moment in which anything can happen |
As she gets out some clothing, puts them in a bag |
And leaves him sleeping while she heads for the door |
Gone |
Gone |