Still Shows

this aint right, this aint right, this aint right
 this aint right, this aint right, this aint right

 lay your hand in mine
 pull me back inside
 show me how- in love -
 a heart ceases to fight
 tear my skin
 get it
 give everything again
 and then i’ll wait…
 then i’ll wait

 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination
 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination

 show your teeth
 and feast
 you fucked up masterpiece
 take me down … again
 crawl inside my skin
 wrap my heart in wire
 fill it with desire
 and then go…then go

 this ain’t right this aint right this aint right
 this aint right this aint right this aint right

 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination
 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination

 when age sets in and wrinkles your skin
 and snatches the light from your eyes
 when your time has come
 and all is said and done
 will the work of your hands be enough? be enough…

 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination
 cus’ i still love you
 you still love me
 that aint my imagination
 that ain’t my imagination