As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way
Could've told me; I would've understood
To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold
And make you promise to remember me as good
As the day pours into nighttime
With the sweat atop your skin so brightly gleaming
I will heave a heavy sigh
You're the torrent in this rainstorm
Left me soaked, but what is more
Hope looks a fool now, she's an ever-loving whore
You promised me the earth, that's what you gave me
A pretty little box of constant gravity
And hope, she's left too sore to even argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
Hear the whisper of the turnpike
In the middle of a midnight drive, you swerve as I convince you to slow down
I say "baby, don't you worry, I just wanted someone near me
Someone breathing, unbelieving, bound to die"
You'd warned me quite precisely of your offering
That bitter little box of constant gravity
Condolence is too swollen now to argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
We will meet there at the fulcrum
Though I'm shaky I will hold you down
Command that you spill what I am to do
On the one hand you're my killer
On the other I still dream of you
Forgiveness treats us kindest when it's new
You'd promised me exactly what you gave me
A pretty little box of constant gravity
And hope, she's left too sore to even argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
In an elegy of silence, the tornado of your violent ways
Won't hesitate to lose me from its grip
I'll be thrown out to the shoreline
Where the sand and sea meet every time
Eroding one another by the wind