I walk, nine o'clock As you stroll on the Quay d'Orsay Stretched out on the bench Make me wait at the garden gate But as I watch you recline Serpent, siren and saint congregate inside And I look back on another time, colorblind Colored by the weight of a sacred tongue But if our shirts don't fit and the jeans are ripped That's fine, that's alright And when our conscience clears I can murmur something trite Laying by your side Light shifts, the curtain lifts You perform to great acclaim I rescind the invitation or orchestrate my shame Never had a name for myself All that in due time Before you carve my heart out know I'm gonna let you every time I will let you every time I was always waiting for you to go 'Cause you never cared for me You feign towards the door and I'm down on my hands and knees But as I watch you recline Serpent, siren and saint congregate inside And I look back on another time, colorblind Colored by the weight of a sacred tongue But if our shirts don't fit and the jeans are ripped That's fine, that's alright And when our conscience clears I can murmur something trite Laying by your side