Common Touch - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Use that key and make me bleed, radiator

And off-season, there’s not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her

Talking underhand on her favourite band

You'd pretend to like before leaving

The torrential sounds under heaving clouds

You said the sky's just bruised but I saw bleeding

What do you want? I would not care enough to know

And further on, I still won't care enough to know

And if it's all too much for the common touch

I could gild my hands in this circumstance

I could lift you up, give a further thought

I could bleat your name in the crowd

I think she had a pretty name, somеthing that rhymes with Jesus

And it’s insane, thеre’s not a debonair who would turn down the chance to meet her

Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand

Complaining, tried to fight the dealer

The habitual rounds over burial grounds

The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh

Fuckin' Teresa

What do you want? I would not care enough to know

And further on, I still won't care enough to know

And if it's all too much for the common touch

I could gild my hands in this circumstance

I could lift you up, give a further thought

I could bleat your name in the crowd

Look, could you give me a minute?

I'm not so sharp when I’m on my own

I see your face move in the shadows of all the places we used to go

But could you give me a minute?

I shut my mouth just to spite my nose

I wish my words were made for lovers, but I can’t stand not singing on my own