With fifteen tons of weight pushing down

From the heavens or whatever´s above me

Your hands on the table, your feet on the ground

You looked so at peace when you told me



There's no coming back from this thing now



I raced through the door

With the sweat soaked through

My brand new woolen sweater

The girls in the bed

The tv blaring

I stared at your sea green kimono



But I´m so in love with you

I´ll do anything you ask



I tried to pick a fight

I thought that you could still get angry

But you calmly went into the bathroom

I´d be happy to claw at the door

We both know I´ve done that sort of thing before