please could you be tender
please could you be tender
— and I will sit close to you
let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through
guess this is the winter
our bodies are young and blue
I’m at Jungle City, it’s late and this song is for you
'cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
before all of the winds of regret and mistrust
now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
well I guess I should go
yeah, I guess I should go
these are what they call hard feelings of
when the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold
alone with the hard feelings of
God, I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home