THE BLACK CROWES - unreleased track from the \"tall\" sessions
I know I never took the time to try and learn the
Things that make you come and go
Heaven knows, I'm feeling it now
All those days that came and went
All those evenings spent with hope, it caused a disillusion
To acknowledge me this way, upon your calendar I lay
Marks the day of our so-called disaster
Misplaced affections, misread equations and the
Blessing of love
Well you see the curses in me
They're the crime of your rouses
And we can call it infidelity
Or my love of your bruises
You scrawled your family's name upon the moon
The very same night that they toasted all your splendor
The theory dear is not to fear
Oh won't you tell me please, what of creation
Now this tragedy surrounding me, it's taken enough out
Of both of us
Now borders on some fascination
To call a spade a spade, in regards to shade and all who enter
Well you see the curses in me
The crime of your rouses
We can call it infidelity
Or my love of your bruises
My heart waits here, bewildered
A wilderness
My convictions' arrangement with vanity
With my vanity, my vanity, vanity
To duplicate this sorted fate
For better or for worse, now or later
Would you answer me
This question mark that you live and breathe
You always you give to me
A belief, an enigma
Well you see the curses in me
The crime of your rouses
We can call it infidelity
Or my love of your bruises
My heart waits here, bewildered
A wilderness
My convictions' arrangement with vanity
My heart lives in bewildered
A wilderness
My convictions' arrangement with vanity
With my vanity, my vanity
