Woorden: Damien Rice. 9. Accidental Babies.

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands
And elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignore our others
Happy plans
That delicate look upon your face

A mind crystal hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him
Is he dark enough
Enough to see your light
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss
Do you miss my smell
And is he bold enough to take you on
Do you feel like you belong
And does he drive you wild
Or just mildly free
What about me

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In mild issue of our disgrace

Our bodies pressed and hardened
Turning our desire in
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies

We aren't free

Do you come
Together ever with him
Is he dark enough
Enough to see your light
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss
Do you miss my smell
Is he bold enough to take you on
Do you feel like you belong
And does he drive you wild
Or just mildly free

What about me
What about me
What about...