He came out of the dark, into my arms
Begging to come inside
Asking for hot water and a place to stay
I couldn't say no to the look in his eyes
He crawled through the hall and into my bed
And dressed the room with flowers from home
He had nowhere to go till the morning came
And, when I woke, I was alone
But you don't have to lie
I guess you think you're being nice
I'm the tea before bed, I'm the pillow to your head
Only meant to be loved at night
Better call it what it is and leave me when it fits
No, I didn't call your mind
It was a trick of the streetlight in your eyes
