From His Ear to My Lips Songtext
von Timeshares

It′s as easy to wake up on the wrong side of the bed
To be born on the wrong side of the tracks
So if one day I came to find
Only a dagger by my side
I wouldn't be surprised that everything looked like a back

And you won′t have to catch me
You won't have to catch me

A cross of lilies lain beside a bed would be
Too tasteful for the gilded garden that grew my desperation
But if you fertilize my fear
The only bounty I will bear
Will be the harvest of Venetian preservation


And you won't have to catch me
You won′t have to catch me
Swinging from the balcony shouting sic semper tyrannis
While history is retold
From his ear to my lips

There won′t be a hunt on horseback
There won't be an old tobacco barn ablaze for me to rest
You can jeer at me when I miss my lines but I won′t miss him
And no one will miss me

And you won't have to catch me
You won′t have to catch me
Swinging from the balcony shouting sic semper tyrannis
While history is retold
From his ear to my lips