Lyrics

So erotic with intoxicated tenderness So exotic with a taste for surplus medicine See triple sixes in the streetlights glow It's all been said and done And gone before you know Then you ask me "when are you coming home?" Doesn't matter I'm just sitting right there Then you ask me "when are you coming home?" With the setting sun We'll offer all our arrogance With the setting sun To reach our own ends When all is said and done We'll pray for benevolence With the setting sun We'll call to mind our sins As our heads are sinking under Then you ask me "when are you coming home?" Doesn't matter I'm just sitting right there Then you ask me "when are you coming home?" Doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all