Texty:
Skunk Anansie Post Orgasmic Chill

Though you're lost in me, you have to see When things ain't right Funny memories won't fill this need When things ain't right Safe mistakes I have made

Sometimes all the moments That we savored for the last get crushed between the good and bad From pressures we have had But you know I can't conceive

I've been biding my time Been so subtly kind I've got to think so selfishly 'Cos you're the face inside of me I've been biding my days You see evidently

And when I feel like I'm a victim I will come running home to you And I will weep like I will change When I come running home to you I'll make you believe

Survived, tonight I may be going down Cause everything goes round too Tight, tonight and as you watch me crawl You stand for more And your panic stricken

I awake from blood thick dreams Washing blame from my knees Softly done, so secretly I'm awake as Charlie sleeps A lone brother, a lone sister A home

: And when I feel like I'm a victim, I will come running home to you, and I will weep like I will change, when I come running home to you I make you

: I've been biding my time Been so subtly kind I've got to think so selfishly 'Cos you're the face inside of me I've been biding my days You see Evidently

: I awake, from blood thick dreams, washing blame, from my knees, softly done, so secretly, I'm awake as charlie sleeps a lone brother, a lone sister