One too many lovers
Underneath your covers
One too many men, rolling in your bed
One too many liars,
Putting out your fires,
While I'm fighting shadows, living in my
head
The men who fill your bed
You're loving them and feeling free
You move and touch and laugh out loud
But I'm sure the joke is on me
The jokes on me but I ain't laughin
The jokes on me but I ain't blind
A woman's heart’s a shaky
compass
And True North is hard to find
The sinners who cheat
All wrapped up in dirty sheets
Leave behind the saints, halos smashed
and bruised
I'll look you in the eyes
And ignore your many lies
But I'll lie awake at night, feeling broken
and confused
The men who fill your bed
You're loving them and feeling
free
You move and touch and laugh
out loud
But I'm sure the joke is on me
The jokes on me but I ain't
laughing
The jokes on me but I ain't blind
A woman's heart ‘s a shaky compass
And True North is hard to find
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
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