(Everything but) Her Love Songtext
von Father John Misty

Her parade on the ceilin′ was lookin' like rain
When he came by to borrow some blue skies
"I′m sleeping", she said, "After a long night's dreamin'"
Hard pressed for a reason to get out of bed

Here he is begging for less than enough
I′ll give you everything but

Her love, ha
Everything but her love
Her love, ha
Everything but her love

I can offer you sheets by the mile
If the Carlyle is out of rooms
I′m good for it, why don't you ask?
But I can′t bring her back


Now why would I do that?

When I ask what he wants, his only response
Is a single word less than I need
He watches TV, she reads the I-Ching
I keep my face nearly straight, he tries to leave

She must be a dream 'cause you never wake up
I′ll give you everythin' but

Her love, ha
Everything but her love
Her love, ha
Everything but her love

Her love, ha
Everything but her love
Her love, ha
Everything but her love