Flesh to the curb
Skin to skin
You're always into these things
I'm always into you

So ripe on the vine
The season comes to be unkind to the one
You really want to leave behind

On the chair is a stain that I left there
It remains unseen by you
But I know it's still there

Wine on the brain
I come around to a sea of your pain
You come around to see me again

Should I fade?
It's obvious
You're nearly done with these things
You're nearly done with me

A cold day indeed
The summer's gone
And I'm wrapped in part of your shell
You're wrapped in her
And you're wrapped in me