Really Wrong

In a shiny patch of you, my sweet corroded love

I still recognise my face and all the things I dream of

I dream of you

Here comes the really wrong

You know you knew it all along

But you chase it anyway

There it goes, you're at home

She's the nail you're hanging on

And you'd throw it all away

The only lover that I've known wears a streak across her

back

Made of broken yellow lines stiched on shoulders of black

And she's holding me up

Snaking me on down as we're skimming over top of the

places I dream of

I dream of you