I Can't Give Her What She Wants

And the sea is calling to her: "Come alone"

As she dials a number with her fingers on her phone

And her keys are falling from her coat

As I weave my fingers 'round her perfumed throat

No, I can't give her what she wants

I can't give her what she really needs

I can't give her what she wants

It'd push her away

So, I turn my attention to the bruise that's on her fist

Feel the pulse beneath her almost perfect wrist

And the flames are crawling 'round the note she wrote

Flickering like fingers 'round the lining of her coat

No, I can't give her what she wants

I cant give her what she really needs

I can't give her what she wants

It'd push her away

And I see her silhouette on every street

Hear the clatter of her pretty, pretty feet

And all that's left is ashes of her sorry little note

So, nobody can ever read the sentences she wrote

No, I can't give her what she wants

I can't give her what she really needs

And I can't give her what she wants

It'd push her away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away