Over the Rhine - Infamous Love Song lyrics

I sing The bebop apocalypse Lean into you God's hands on my hips Grip the midnight microphone Steel every cell of my flesh and bone I wrestle my angel In smoky stage lights Climb Jacob's ladder Two thousand more flights Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five— Baby our love song must survive We were born in the dirt On our hands and knees But started out climbing Deciduous trees We learned to sway Ridiculously high Hungry to taste Mouthfuls of sky Now I bring all our secrets To show and tell How we dragged each other Through heaven and hell It's our smoking gun But hey, we're still alive Baby our love song must survive Your third-story windows On thirteenth and Main Still glow with an eerie Mysterious flame Where we learned to slow dance By dawn's early light And tried to be tender With all of our might And just down the street At the Milner Hotel Rosie's sloppin' the hogs And the infidels They all went out of business When the market took a dive Baby our love song must survive There's nights when I mostly Just feel like a thief With a prized possession A gleeful belief That love's both a joke And a serious matter You don't quite know your muse But you know when you've had her When I first saw your face yeah It hurt you to smile Your lips tasted like tears I could kiss them for miles On a midnight train— May it never arrive Baby our love song must survive There's days when we lose Our appetite And days when we're bruised And losing the fight Of a lifetime, days When we're looking inside Wondering if We're half dead or alive But the slow honey drip Of those young nights long gone— The memory's a friendly whip Urging us on My mouth on your lips Is just trying to revive Baby our love song must survive This love's the affirmation Of everything good The oxygen coursing Through the blood The feel of being understood The belief that, Oh Yes, Somehow we could And the milkyway looks Like a flimsy blouse But now we're gentrified In our civil war house Safe as a painting By Currier and Ives Baby our love song must survive So I still sing The bebop apocalypse Lean into you God's hands on my hips Grip the midnight microphone Steel every cell of my flesh and bone I still wrestle my angel In smoky stage lights Climb Jacob's ladder Two thousand more flights C'mon St. Valentine, how 'bout a high five— Baby our love song must survive