Of Minor Prophets And Their Prostitute Wives
All the time you were burning my letters
You were only acting the part
You think with out me you'll get on much better
But you don't even know your own heart
Come home darling come home quickly
Come home darling all is forgiven
So come home quickly
I treated you as if you were a princess
You treated me like a cop
I gave you boundaries to save you from certain death
Dangling from the end of a rope
But you're still playing for a love you'll never find
Outside these arms of mine
The whole town is one step behind you
With the hangman on call
They've got the judge and you're convicted without a plea
But darling they will listen to me
De Profetas Menores y Sus Esposas Prostitutas
Todo el tiempo estuviste quemando mis cartas
Solo estabas actuando
Piensas que sin mí te irá mucho mejor
Pero ni siquiera conoces tu propio corazón
Ven a casa, cariño, ven rápido
Ven a casa, cariño, todo está perdonado
Así que ven rápido a casa
Te traté como si fueras una princesa
Tú me trataste como a un policía
Te di límites para salvarte de una muerte segura
Colgando del extremo de una cuerda
Pero sigues buscando un amor que nunca encontrarás
Fuera de estos brazos míos
Toda la ciudad está un paso detrás de ti
Con el verdugo en espera
Tienen al juez y estás condenada sin alegato
Pero cariño, me escucharán a mí