Unperfect Combination

it's foggy here
and although the sun's locked down tight
it's not like these things have ever been easy

you keep the wool held tight up over your eyes

lay yourself down low, baby
the sun will soon rise
to bring the day
you no longer wish to greet

your breath's shallow
and although your hands are laced
his head spinning, only for you
you no longer have the will to love

you keep the wool held tight up over your eyes

how many has it been
how many times have you sworn "no longer"
when you wake, lipstick smeared
and a hole in your heart

just keep the wool up over your eyes

oh, it's an imperfect combination
when the fog succumbs to the light
and you no longer wish to greet the day