Mahogany

Mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt Behind the stadium, when you were coming down The lighter leaves are lost in the freckles on your skin The bitter taste of blood when the rooftop's caving in Rotting good Would you, would you cut the grain? Would you, would you string his neck? Would you, would you steer this wreck? Would you, would you? Tease me, torturous, bend to your death I give in easy, hold me now When I grow tall, bigger than them I'll be reckless, not yet Mahogany eyes, are you more true than me? The woodcutter's brothers are lining up to see Your beauty is unparalleled and I cannot compete The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me Rotting good Would you, would you cut the grain? Would you, would you string his neck? Would you, would you steer this wreck? Would you, would you? Tease me, torturous, bend to your death I give in easy, hold me now When I grow tall, bigger than them I'll be reckless, not yet Tease me, torturous, bend to your death I give in easy, hold me now When I grow tall, bigger than them I'll be reckless, not yet