The Inquiry of Ms. Terri Lyrics

A home removed, a life resumed right here, right here.
And the Priest and the Rosary,
The buck and the bond between me and me is long since broken.
A boy who's grown, too short to see,
A table unfolds, too tall to be.
A life once lived behind closed doors,
The irony of a pensive heart.
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down.
A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground.

The inquiry of mystery (=Ms. Terri),
The expiry of misery,
The table turns, the sun along,
The river bed, and he's alone.
The object of affection,
Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority,
Corrupted by impropriety. The cavalier, she hopes of him,
In dissonance with experience,
A boy who grows, with knife in hand,
To fend for her, becomes a man.
But she plays fake affection,
And carefully lacks subjection,
To a gentleman prowler's twisted desires.
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down.
A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground.
We dance around the room,
My love I'll carry you,
We dance around the truth,
My dear I lie for you, but when I lie down,
I'm simply lying to them too.