Lovesick Songtext
von Nicholas Shaw

She′s a vixen, my elixir
A phony symphony
Candy personality
A goddamn mystery

Her voice is a matchstick
My breath is gasoline
The gnarly feeling
We find in between

Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors

She's a spectre, and a vampire
A soundless melody
Aura of celebrity
A goddamn mystery


Like waiting for the last train
In the middle of a bus lane
I′m buying her snake oil
And everything between

Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors

Does he love you
Does he do the things that I would do?
Without you asking to

Does he love you
Does he say the things you want him to?
Without asking to

Does he love you
Does he do the things that I would do?

Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors

Lovesick metaphors

Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors

Does he love you
Does he love you
Does he love