invoice - serpentwithfeet

I’d be a stencil of a man

I’d taste the sting of violent hands

If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for you

I’m sorry for calling your love «sickness»

I needed your strength but mocked your thickness

But I owe so much to you, owe so much to you

Whatever makes you cold freezes me

Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me

Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me

He straddles the equator, not the fence

Taught us to break our wrists, not our promises

Not our promises, he always keeps his promises

Because of him lesser men have set their father’s homes ablaze

And as the smoke billowed all those men became

The boys they never got to be, never got to be

Whatever makes you cold freezes me

Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me

Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me

Oh, I’m committed to you