Smitten

Bree Sharp

Composición de: Bree Sharp/Don DiLego
You put your face in front of mine 
All but hiding desperation 
Hunger leaks out of your eyes 
Whetting me with dark temptation 

All I want, all I want is to hold you 
Instead I hold my breath 

Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 
(hey, hey, hey) 

In a dimly lighted bar 
We sit while Conscience pours another 
And she is home, and she is waiting 
She my friend, she your lover 

I can hear the angels on your shoulder 
And the devil on your lips 

And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 

You can read me like a trashy book 
I'm barely keeping in these rages 
So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn between 
These pages, pages 

You put your face in front of mine 
And breathed a wordless conversation 
Good intentions, true regret 
Cannot eclipse love's desperation 

And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 
I am smitten with you 
I am smitten with you 
(hey, hey, hey)
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