Metaphorically Yours - Ed Harcourt

Oh baby can’t you see when you get mad at me

Your eyes light up your face?

Oh baby, just admit if both my wrists were slit

You’d bandage them with style and grace

And it’s not over, I don’t think that it will be

And we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins

And that’s a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

But you know

With you I’m never bored, yes mam, you strike a chord

That makes me shiver and mumble

I’m chomping at the bit, I need my daily fix

Or my whole world will crumble

And it’s not over, I don’t think that it will be

And we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins

And that’s a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

But you know

Come wrap your arms around

The man who’s back in town and loves to watch you smile

Don’t know if I should laugh or cry

With you sleeping by my side, I hear the silence for miles

And it’s not over, I don’t think that it will be

And we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins

And that’s a metaphor for the feelings that I store

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

I confess I love you so

But you know