Make up Your Mind Tonight - Hawksley Workman

Whoops I saw you nude.

And you promised to destroy me and all my dreams.

And the heaven as I knew it;

and the wolves keep snorting vapour and the focus puller snaps.

It’s just the way that we relax these days.

The ways that we relax.

I’ll make up your mind tonight,

that love will always save,

and we will both be slaves

And the meat that bleeds in water.

And the toil of your despair is the wrinkle in your clothing.

You’re brushing back your hair.

And you’re stacking up your letters.

And you’re fingering the map.

It’s the way that we relax.

It’s the way that we relax.