Terms of My Surrender

When the moon is rising and the night is still Some of my delusions have the power to kill Scared I'll get what I deserve Or maybe scared I won't I'm sitting in my garage staring at my motorcycle My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles Swear I need you too much Baby, I swear I don't 'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong Like a fat man in a thong It was shamelessly awake I hold a seashell to my ear And winds of echoed dreams I hear Reverberations of yesterday I can be rough Sometimes I can be tender But I can't negotiate The terms of my surrender I love you too much, babe Go on and have your way with me Well, emperors and reigning kings Have showered you with golden rings Now I stand with my hat in my hand I know that I can't compete With ruthless men and satin sheets But I'm ready to meet your demands Words of glory, and ashes and dust At the end of the story there's just us I love you too much, baby To ever say goodbye