The way you arch your back
And comb your hair
The way you only come
When no-one else is there
The way you look like you might know a secret
There`s not a lot I can do
It`s peculiarly you
Like the patron saint
Of some great cause
Clothes heaped in battles
Around the bedroom floor
And I ain`t come to find and I ain`t tryin` to save you
There`s not a lot I can do
It`s peculiarly you
How well I know
How well I know
Oh, leaving well enough alone...
Leaving well enough alone...
The way you`re sacrificing
Light for heat
Worlds collide
When others rarely meet
The way you look like you might tell a secret
There`s not a lot I can do
It`s peculiarly you