Well, my eyes won't pretend

I didn't know you were close

I could smell your breath

Through a freshly painted door

We're standing there in no haste

While I pour three more glasses

Of Burgundy

And you can lick the dust from my bottle

There are walls bricked in books

Pages bricked in words

Each mark a pin stain in your armor

Now the shadow's staggering restless

Across the window from the candle to the corner

The blood and water's warm as you're near me

And I'm not begging for mercy

I see no love or mercy in you

I'm not begging for mercy

I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird

To send you away

Now the wax, it's cooled hard

Sides going past the hour

In this house I make more shadows than you

We're standing there in your coat

While I pour three more glasses

Of Burgundy

And you lick the dust from my bottle

I'm not begging for mercy

I see no love or mercy in you

I'm not begging for mercy

I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird

To send you away

Well, I'm not begging for mercy

I'm not really begging for nothing at all

I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird