When the Stars Fall from Grace

She said she doesn't like sugar So why do you say that sweetness makes the lover And then you told her she reminds you of your mother And she doesn't like butter So why do you slide around under those covers Melting through her hands and down the gutter She's not biting cos she don't like it when it's rare She's not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her Oh brother, you talk about the things you must discover The cannibal that lies inside the lover She's not biting cos she don't like it when it's rare She's not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her Today, you've got to walk away and find another place Somewhere darker, maybe outer space Where you can't offend, but then again I've got a feeling that the stars would fall from grace She's not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her She's not biting cos she don't like it when it's rare She's not feeding cos you keep bleeding over her