His eyes are distracted
And his lips are on fire
With the heart of a soldier
And the soul of a liar

He keeps every thought secret
While mine spill out my mouth
But the more that I’m asking
The less he lets out

And it’s the smell of oranges in bloom
And her drugstore perfume in the late afternoon
With the skin that could kill any man
And her delicate hands and I’m damned
I, I

His feet are both planted
But his arms reaching out
While my head fills with questions
But I don’t have a doubt

I’ve seen this look before in the mirror at home
She’s a snake she’s medusa
And he’s turning to stone

And it’s the smell of oranges in bloom
And her drugstore perfume in the late afternoon
With the skin that could kill any man
And her delicate hands and I’m damned
I, I, I, I

And all it takes is a tiny fracture in a vase
Now the water’s seeping down the sides
And all she made is a tiny fracture in a man
Now I watch these flowers die
Die

And it’s the smell of oranges in bloom
And her drugstore perfume in the late afternoon
With the skin that could kill any man
And her delicate hands and I’m damned
I, I, I, I