Lyrics

My heart has grown pajama soft Oozes, bruises, offers up secrets Peel my ventricles like banana tops Expose my prose in proper sequence Off the cuff I'm rough, a grizzly cub But my prayers are bare and only sung for Cupid Cupid So reply, Eros Let fly your arrows As I try to kiss the sun And if Aphrodite's lips Ask for tidy gifts All tied up with a bow I'll know that this is for No one I sing it wrong like campfire songs Each verse a new curse, repeating the chorus Mis ojos son mi corazón, leen las líneas de mi dolores I'm not tough enough to suffer love In the ways I craved when I was young and stupid Stupid So reply, Eros Let fly your arrows As I try to kiss the sun And if Aphrodite's lips Ask for tidy gifts All tied up with a bow I'll know that this is for No one I've got the body of a Greek philosopher Who shares his love of food And I've got the mind of a savant-geek-toddler Who stares in awe of the moon And if Fate thinks that you'd be a good catch Would you sit under this thatched roof? I did us a favor, an afternoon's labor Cut holes in the ceiling for a scenic view Of the stars beyond the vine The stars beyond the vine So pick up your bow and let a few go Reply, Eros Let fly your arrows As I try to kiss the sun And if Aphrodite's lips Ask for tidy gifts All tied up with a bow I'll know that this is for No one