Los Campesinos

Tiptoe Through The True Bits
You asked if you could see me, before I went to SpainYou didn't give a reason, didn't know what you would sayBut I was hoping that my breath on your face,would blow every last thing into placeThe bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs,how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wiseAnd in my arms you disappeared and I seemed twice the size,slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like liesGirl, I helped you with your demons,but your ghosts are now haunting me tooThat French bitch, an ex-boyfriendthreatening to tie his neck to the roofBut if we tiptoe through the true bitsWe might make it to the other sideWhat doesn't kill you, leaves you woundedBut I will nurse you better alrightI've been waking on your side of the bedAs the sun's been rising in the westI've been waking on your side of the bedAs the sun's been rising in the westIf your skin feels softer, I've no argument to make,Songtextethe weight of such apologies caused stronger men to acheIf his kisses draw the bad out, I can't have a complaintas they hit your tongue like sedatives while I lay wide awakeYou can feel a tremor in a single word,it rattles down your spinal chordAnd you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass,but it will turn into a stormKnee deep in flowers we'll stray,You keep the showers awayGirl, I helped you with your demons,but your ghosts are now haunting me tooThat French bitch, an ex-boyfriendthreatening to tie his neck to the roofBut if we tiptoe through the true bitsWe might make it to the other sideWhat doesn't kill you, leaves you woundedBut I will nurse you better alrightI've been waking on your side of the bedAs the sun's been rising in the westI've been waking on your side of the bedAs the sun's been rising in the west Aus Songtexte Mania