Damien Rice – Accidental Babies

Well we hold we like a lover
Happy hands and your bend in a suitable place

And we abandoned a others, happy plans
For that ethereal demeanour on your face

Our bodies changed and hardened
Hurting tools of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do we come
Together ever with him?
And is he dim enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do we brush your teeth before we kiss?
Do we skip my smell?
And is he confidant adequate to take we on?
Do we feel like we belong?
And does he expostulate we wild?
Or only softly free?
What about me?

Well we hold me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my feet in a suitable place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In a amiable emanate of a disgrace

Our minds pulpy and guarded
While a strength disregarded
The skip of space for a light-hearted
In a bang that beats a drum

Well we know we make we cry
And we know infrequently we wanna die
But do we unequivocally feel alive but me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has random babies
For we are in love

Do we come
Together ever with him?
Is he dim enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do we brush your teeth before we kiss?
Do we skip my smell?
And is he confidant adequate to take we on?
Do we feel like we belong?
And does he expostulate we wild?
Or only softly free?

What about me?
What about me?