paroles de chanson The Inquiry of Ms. Terri - Live - The Dear Hunter

A home removed, a life resumed right here, right here
The Priest and the Rosary
The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken
A Boy who's grown, too short to see
A tale unfold, too tall to be
A life that's lived behind closed doors
The irony of the pensive whore

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
Reprise two times
The Dime, burn it to the ground
Oh, on the ground?

The inquiry of Ms. Terri, the expiry of misery
The table turns the Sun along the riverbed and he's alone
Her 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
While she plays fake affection and carefully lacks objection
To her gentleman callers' twisted desires

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
Reprise two times
The Dime, burn it to the ground
Oh, on the ground?

We dance around the room
My dear, I'll carry you
And teach you how to treat that Leading lady that you'll meet
We dance around the truth
My dear, I lie for you
And when I lie down, I'm simply lying to them, too