The Brief Affair lyrics

Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room I'd beg me to turn around What we're doing is meant for lovers You're at the bottom of every drink In every breath I take You're the thing that I can't wash away And now you're playing my guitar Moving my hands You're the flaw in all my plans You tell me to sing You tell me shut up You empty the clouds You fill up my cup And the rain is perfect piss Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room I'd beg me to turn around What we're doing is meant for lovers There's no forgetting you know No erasing the climax No undoing the high No getting you out Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room I'd beg me to turn around What we're doing is meant for lovers