Smitten Paroles

Instead I hold my breath

Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
Hey, hey, hey

In a dimly lighted bar
We sit while Conscience pours another
And she is home, and she is waiting
She my friend, she your lover

I can hear the angels on your shoulder
And the devil on your lips

And I'm sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you

You can read me like a trashy book
I'm barely keeping in these rages You put your face in front of mine
And breathed a wordless conversation
Good intentions, true regret
Cannot eclipse Love's desperation

And I'm sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason,
I am smitten with you

Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
I am smitten with you
Hey, hey, hey

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh