You leave your perfume on my clothes
You leave your footprints in my bed
Your mother was a lunatic
That Shot your father in the head
And I just want to know
Are we getting closer now
And when the morning comes
It clears my head and your
Beautiful again
One step forward for two steps back
It's a tender trap or something like that
She's half crazy & I fall flat
All the time
Dead insects on the windowsill
A glass of wine a box of shells
The wind was a mute roar
While her engine rattled like scrap metal
The sun was in my eyes
I'm in my CIA disguise
Write me a letter, give me sign
I'm hanging out most of the time
One step forward for two steps back
It's a tender trap or something like that
She's half crazy & I fall flat
All the time