Leah's song Lyrics

Leah, please

Teach me to steal

I've got nothing to give

I'll let you wear me

Round your pretty little neck

So you can pass your hands down mine

You either live it, so you get it

Or you haven't, so you don't

And I don't

You either live it, so you get it

Or you haven't, so you don't

I never will

Leah, please

Tear me to shreds

I'm the tap that needs to be wrecked

I'll even note the burn

Of your famous cigarette

Make me your conduit doomed to burst

(wicked guitar solo)

I think I saw you

At an ice cream parlor

Or in the precocious child's turn of phrase

Or in the way my mother dances

At our perfect parties

But I couldn't find the time

To draw a portrait

So if you're the merciful god

Of songs and their singers

Then let me be the cold

If you'll be the winter

And let me die by your hand

But on my terms

In a big house

With lots of cars

Or let it all go to waste

So if you're the merciful god

Of songs and their singers

Then let me be the cold

If you'll be the winter

If you're the merciful god

Of songs and their singers

Then let me be the cold

If you'll be the winter