Clare Bowen Twist Of Barbwire
I said, I love you 'til you don't know you're born
I said, I love you 'til the far side of dawn
But in the morning, if you must leave
Don't leave with your apologies
And if you come back, if I liked you at all
Remember I liked you to fall on your knees
Liar, liar, you're my last desire
Thought your kind of love was just a thorn on a rose
Tried hard to be faithful, not hard enough I suppose
I tried hard to drown with a hum and a drum
In a pretty drug slum mire, tried bearing your sighs
And your sneers and your frown
Tried wearing your jewels, your heels and your crown
But it was nothing but a twist of barbwire
It was nothing but a twist of barbwire
It was nothing but a twist of barbwire
You say I promised I'd be constantly clean
Did you think that I say what I mean
And now, you're keening, and you have to decide
Will you open your legs or your eyes
And do you pray now, 'cause I pray all the time
As the soul can't escape what the heart may disguise
Liar, liar, you're my last desire
Thought your kind of love was just a thorn on a rose
Tried hard to be faithful, not hard enough I suppose
I tried hard to drown with a hum and a drum
In a pretty drug slum mire, tried bearing your sighs
And your sneers and your frown
Tried wearing your jewels, your heels and your crown
But it was nothing but a twist of barbwire
It was nothing but a twist of barbwire
It was nothing but a twist of barbwire
