Come Over, Do Me Wrong

I try, like any good man

To distinguish my boredom from pain

Oh happy day, reasons for living

I have accepted the joke as it came

And half of any good thing is

Its proximity to its end

You laugh as if it’s nothing

But the voice in the void and the silence is sending you

Sideways, sweet love

The night so long

Dead face, cold glove

Come over, do me wrong

So here it is, Merry Christmas

What I wanted, each cheap desire

A world of skin, a sluggish river

Sad gift wrapped in chicken wire

And half of any good thing

Is the reason it cannot be yours

Thesе laws are tugging gently

At the low hanging fruit so violеntly tempting you

Sideways, sweet love

The night so long

Dead face, cold glove

Come over, do me wrong

In the deep unending winter...

In the deep unending winter...

In the deep unending winter...

In the deep unending winter...

In the deep unending winter...

Wrapped and ready baby

Wrapped and ready baby, ready now

To be sending you sideways, sweet love

The night so long

Dead face, cold glove

Come over, do me wrong

And if I could tell you I would

Just how bad it feels

When you fall into the neighbourhood

Break me on your wheel

And leave us lying in a burning wreck

Waiting to be born

See the hairs rise on my neck

Early in the morn