Lyrics

Oh hold the phone - it's Genevieve Undressing silhouettes with faces that I'm yet to see A shoe that waits under the dust The only faith I'll ever trust Our hustle's like a child possessed A singing sister made of mist and crystal pirouettes She speaks the language of my crimes She's my baker, she's my mine My mine, my mine, she's my mine She knows what I want and it'll never do Nothing's enough until everything's through The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun Nothing's enough until everything's done Oh operator of the tides Pour me a motorcycle river and I'll ride all night Black slime driving on the rise The wheel is humming Jealous Guy Old bones pull me underground I pray to Genevieve in stolen hotel dressing gowns My chain that shines beneath the rust The only faith I'll ever trust My mine, my mine, she's my mine She knows what I want and it'll never do Nothing's enough until everything's through The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun Nothing's enough until everything's done To the chapel I go, don't need your Jesus or God I make my arrows alone To the chapel I go, don't need your Jesus or God Genevieve is my own My mine, my mine, she's my mine She knows what I want and it'll never do Nothing's enough until everything's through The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun Nothing's enough until everything's done (x2)