Currency
I'd never wake you in the morning
Interrogate me while I'm sleeping
Love weaves its shelter from the threads of fear
I'd never warm you in the winter
You'd never douse me in the summers
Neither would be caught dead asking "dear?"
When you were losing I was winning
You had me right from the beginning
It's like I've never even been here, dear
If love's currency of the broken
Darling tell me how much I'm owing
Collection came and I'm imprisoned here
Autor(es): Matt Deakin