My blood is running cold
as she takes off her clothes
and all I think is how I can get back on the road
cause even though you left
it feels like stepping out
and all I taste is regret in the smell of doubt
cause how can a love song be true without you?
And passing cars paint a picture through the ceiling fan
and her charcoal hair still burns my trembling hand
cause even though you left
it feels like Brutus’ knife
up in your back
and I realize that how can a love song be true without you?
The morning sun reflects
in her ozone eyes
and my guilt lingers on
from her ivory thighs
but how can a love song be true without you?
how can my love song be true without you?