Friday, 23 December 2011

It's that Christmas Morning Kiss


Well I met you at the bloodbank
We were looking at the bed
Wondering if any other colours
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags


Yyou said "See look that's yours
Stacked on top with your brother's.
See how they resemble one another
Even in their little plastic covers."


And I say "I know it well"


That secret that you know
That you don't know how to tell


It fucks with your honour
And it teases your head
But you know that it's good, girl
'Cos it's running you with red


Then the snow started fallin'
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both my hands
Chewin' on a candy bar


You said "it's just like the present
To be showin' up like this
As a moon wanted to crescent 
We started to kiss


And I said "I know it well"


That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honour
I'm in love with your cheeks.


What's the noise up that stairs, babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?


And "I know it well.
I know it well.
I know it well.
I know it well."