Из альбома: My Favorite Place to Drown
I'm in love with the tip of your iceberg
And I wonder will I ever see the rest?
I'm certain that your fathoms are unfathomable
What do you keep there, in the deep there?
Please don't make me guess
Baby, oh, please don't make me guess
Well sure love is a nice word
But those are waters that I really ought to test
'Cause sometimes I fall in love too fast
Too hard, too early
Prematurely, before I know the facts
Sometimes I fall for a figurehead
The face by which a sailor's lead
I forget that gals are made of flesh
That beauty often masks a mess
Baby you've got me frantic
What's it gonna take to get romantic?
Must you always play the glacier?
Must I play Titanic?
I'm in love with the tip of your iceberg
And I long to know what's going on below
Do I deserve this to see below your surface
I get so nervous that your touch will be so cold
Some boys like their mystery
But I'd rather know
Some boys prefer the curtain to the show
Some boys will put you on a pedestal
Just to look up your skirt
Not me no I don't want to get hurt
But I'm in love with the tip of your iceberg