You know how to move like you're in love,
I think I've gone and torn my insides up,
Although it was me, running around, unarmed,
Playing rough, face in the mud,
Keeping my heart behind a thin veil,
Carrying it in a paper cup.
You know I'd hoped this was beauty,
And you would be inspired if you could see it in me,
There is nothing I can say that can be done,
Bought, betrayed, masked, handled or driven.
I want you to know you will always be forgiven,
If you lied for my sex, or your bitter loneliness,
When my motives were undressed.
I know when I wake up in your arms,
Apologising to my past,
I could only be portraying it again.
More accusations from the guilty,
Cruel words come so easily,
You inside and over me.
I know this is beauty.
So what is to be done,
Bought, betrayed, masked, handled or driven,
When there is no one thing that cannot be forgiven?
I know when I wake up in your arms,
Apologising to my past,
I can only be portraying it again.
Yeah, I know when I wake up in your arms,
Apologising to my past,
I can only be.