Lyrics from vinyl art

One long marriage to the truth

One long worshipping of sound

One more dream about you hiding

And then showing me what you found

One more leaking from the roof

One more painting of a clown

One more time you sing to me

About the nicest guys around

And there's something about the difference

Makes it easier to see

But there's something about the distance

Like the splitting of a tree

Look at how my house has grown

Covered it in testosterone

Showing off two fried eggs

I think I like my legs

One more whore's bath at the party

One more corner of your eye

But it's one less bell to answer

If you can make it through the night

Look at how my house has grown

Covered it in testosterone

Showing off two fried eggs

I think I like my legs

No, I never said

What I thought was never nice

I gave you the feeling good

And chased it all my life

Alone's not what I thought

I'm not sad to see you go

I'm not looking for an answer