Oh I let my bridges all turn to ruble
I came back with mortar and rope
Now you might say that I'm only trouble
I've been called worst by better folk
Now I can see that look coming from right beneath the stairs
And I'll just lend out my hands just to let you know I'm there
Maybe let in a little air
Oh Eliza i'm just trying to get a rise out of you
Like a patch of stinging nettles while we walk without our shoes
So let's smoke while we talk you can cut this weed at it's stalk now
I'll be back round for the spring
Rise up from your nightmare I'm just on the floor
But I'll get out of every room before you reach my door
Loos this grip from my neck don't give me no threats
I know you wouldn't follow if you tried
Now I can see that look coming from right beneath the stairs
And I'll just lend out my hands just to let you know I'm there
Maybe let in a little air
