If all my thoughts were a poison bow
I'd point it at you and I'd let them go
I've paid for lust with a pound of flesh
Waiting for shame to come and do me in

This body's alive
Quit dreaming aloud almost every night
If death is a mercy
Then sleep isn't halfway empty, no

If all my thoughts were a poison bow
I'd point them at you and I'd let them go

Liar