The Waiting - Look at me lyrics

Golden bars of sunlight come sneaking through the shutters Laying stripes on my back, like a zebra Sweaty fingers turning pages, and clinging to the bed Like it's a bride and I never want to leave her Paul calls me a saint and the mattress shakes with laughter And the sheets let out a chuckle while the pillow holds one in I don't believe a word I read, but the man is so convincing Says You're calling me a winner of a game I never win But with everyword I read I feel Your eyes upon me And I don't mind at all I love the way You look at me, the way You steer Your eyes To see the bride beneath the harlot's skin, the vitue underneath the sin I love the way You look at me, when You lift the veil and You repeat Your vow Get up for the shower, wash, and scrub and scour every part As if a cleaner man could better bear the shame Now, I move out into the sunlight, a frightened fool There's a reason for my fright, for I'm a messenger who's forgetting why he came For when You look at me, You see every drop of blood You spent Like the color that comes creeping to my face It is such sweet embarra**ment to see the dowry that You paid for my cold embrace But I'll never let you go because...