By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 178,
spitting curses at my face reflected in the windscreen pane
Throwing insults and calling names
Filthy SMSs that you sent through the day,
by sundown become tame, so I set it in motion again
But fate's a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world
She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls
'cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers
she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house
But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure
Remember what your heart is for
By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
And it's a good night for a fist fight
Because the dew will temper your fall
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool
It's like I'm snookered tween the back cushion and touching the 8 ball
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot
You peel your white gloves off seductively before you respot
Your fingertips leave marks and grase
I lay you down atop the baize
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure
Remember what your heart is for
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyec of doe an thighs of stallion
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 178,
spitting curses at my face reflected in the windscreen pane
Throwing insults and calling names
Filthy SMSs that you sent through the day,
by sundown become tame, so I set it in motion again
But fate's a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world
She dresses loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls
'cause we were kissing for hours with her hands in my trousers
she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house
But here it comes, this is the crux, she vomits down my rental tux
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure
Remember what your heart is for
By your hand is the only end I foresee
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
And it's a good night for a fist fight
Because the dew will temper your fall
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool
It's like I'm snookered tween the back cushion and touching the 8 ball
I keep replaying my turn, until your patience is shot
You peel your white gloves off seductively before you respot
Your fingertips leave marks and grase
I lay you down atop the baize
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for sure
Remember what your heart is for
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyec of doe an thighs of stallion