Back again, in the church of your arms I’m back again
An addict lapsed in your absolvent charms
And I’m back in your arms again.
When we were young we scaled the Heights of Abraham.
Discussing plans to tear the planets down
Way back when we were young
But don’t feel bad
You know all good men come last.
And I’ll get over you
When the grass grows over me.
You were right, all good men come last you said
And how you laughed as I stumbled by
I’m left and you were right.