| When the moon is rising and the night is still |
| Some of my delusions have the power to kill |
| Scared I’ll get what I deserve |
| Or maybe scared I won’t |
| I’m sitting in my borough staring at my motorcycle |
| My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles |
| Where I need too much |
| Baby, I swear I don’t |
| 'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong |
| Like a fat man in a thong |
| It was shamelessly awake |
| I hold a seashell to ear |
| And winds of echoed dreams I hear |
| Reverberations of yesterday |
| I can be rough |
| Sometimes I can be tender |
| But I can’t negotiate |
| The terms of my surrender |
| I love you too much, babe |
| Go on and have your way with me Well, emperors and reigning kings |
| Have showered you with golden rings |
| Now I stand with my hat in my hand |
| I know that I can’t compete |
| With ruthless men and satin sheets |
| But I’m ready to meet your demands |
| Wars and glory, and ashes and dust |
| At the end of the story there’s just us I love you too much, baby |
| To ever say goodbye |