Smitten کے بول

You put your face in front of mine All but hiding desperation Hunger leaks out of your eyes Whetting me with dark temptation All I want, all I want is to hold you Instead I hold my breath Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you (hey, hey, hey) In a dimly lighted bar We sit while Conscience pours another And she is home, and she is waiting She my friend, she your lover I can hear the angels on your shoulder And the devil on your lips And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you You can read me like a trashy book I'm barely keeping in these rages So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn between These pages, pages You put your face in front of mine And breathed a wordless conversation Good intentions, true regret Cannot eclipse love's desperation And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you I am smitten with you I am smitten with you (hey, hey, hey)