Damien Rice - Accidantal Babies

Well I held you like a lover

Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place


And we ignored our others happy plans

For that delicate look upon your face


Our bodies moved and hardened

Hurting parts of your garden

With no room for a pardon

In a place where no one knows what we have done


Do you come

Together ever with him?

And is he dark enough?

Enough to see your light?

And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?

Do you miss my smell?

And is he bold enough to take you on?

Do you feel like you belong?

And does he drive you wild?

Or just mildly free?

What about me?


Well you held me like a lover

Sweaty hands

And my foot in the appropriate place


And we use cushions to cover

Happy glands

In the mild issue of our disgrace


Our minds pressed and guarded

While our flesh disregarded

The lack of space for the light-hearted

In the boom that beats our drum


Well I know I make you cry

And I know sometimes you wanna die

But do you really feel alive without me?

If so be free

If not leave him for me

Before one of us has accidental babies

For we are in love


Do you come

Together ever with him?

Is he dark enough?

Enough to see your light?

Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?

Do you miss my smell?

And is he bold enough to take you on?

Do you feel like you belong?

And does he drive you wild?

Or just mildly free?


What about me?

What about me?