On the Sly

From your eyes I must skip
 Faded pictures, memories
 Serpentine of your dreams
 Is it getting any better?
 Is it getting any better?
 Out of sight, I'm asleep
 Lock your needs, throw the keys
 Got the sack of your tortured seas
 Write it on a piece of paper
 And tear it
 On the sly
 You're old enough to hear
 About yourself
 You beg, you shout, you yell
 You're out
 Of everything I want
 Just hold my hand
 Till we fuck up
 Singing songs won't make it easy
 To make you think we must be
 Away from love and the heaven's seas
 Anyway it doesn't matter
 Because
 On the sly
 You're old enough to hear
 About yourself
 You beg, you shout, you yell
 You're out
 Of everything I want
 Just hold my hand
 Till we wake up
 Till we wake up
 Till we wake up
 You're mortified
 And cold, I laugh
 You stash me on a shelf
 And beg, and shout
 You fail to spot
 The reasons why you can't
 Accept the end
 Till we break up