Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hurt Me , by - The Jezabels. Release date: 22.11.2012
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hurt Me , by - The Jezabels. Hurt Me |
| Oh my love is that a vulture? |
| Don’t tell me it’s a vulture |
| Standing beside you, oh |
| And do you see your own face in his eyes? |
| Do you see him like I do? |
| Oh |
| It used to be that, when you said you believed it |
| I would believe it too |
| It used to be that, when you said you were leaving |
| I’d want to follow you |
| But never where the dogs bark, never where the dogs barking, oh |
| And I remember praying at the dinner table |
| For you to come around |
| Maybe pat me on the back |
| When you’re able |
| Now I’ve a dream of you with half a face |
| And you take me to a rooftop and skin me |
| Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me |
| And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark |
| When the shadow of the moon won’t do? |
| Cause on you, the moon is but a pearl |
| Stolen from your mother’s bedside |
| The day you came into the world |
| And still now I can hear the dogs bark, I can hear the dogs barking, oh |
| And I remember praying at the dinner table |
| For you to come around |
| Maybe pat me on the back |
| When you’re able |
| Whole cities light up |
| But nothing can compare to you, baby |
| So I stay waiting |
| Laying on the dinner table |
| Waiting for you to hurt me |
| Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me |
| Come on down to the world |
| Hurt me, come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me 'round the table |
| And now it’s laying on the table |
| Waiting for you on the table |
| To carve it up and watch the spray go across the riverbed |
| And sweet aromas fill the halls |
| From all the bodies that came before |
| And that’s the body, I swear that’s the body |
| I remember, it was laying on the dinner table |
| And when you came around, said you’ll be doing fine when you’re able |
| Oh whole cities light up |
| But nothing can compare to you, baby |
| So I stay waiting, laying on the dinner table |
| Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me |
| Cut me, cut me, serve me |