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His Pleasure Is My Pain



Jewel - His Pleasure Is My Pain - Текст песни

A man stands in the doorway like a small child

   angry fists

   she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow

   and she stares at the moon

   he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before

   and pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away

   

   and she thinks...

   

   This was a gradual steel frost

   that started with cold feet

   and ended with numb hearts

   

   This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is

   

   It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone

   but now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these

   hands had

   intended and still I cry in my sleep

   

   He always said I was too sensitive,

   

   but I say

   

   (chorus)

   

   at least I never meant to make him cry.

   At least I never meant to make him hurt that way

   Nooo I never meant to make him cry

   Never meant to make him hurt that way

   

   Yes it's true, I'm too senstive

   but he takes pleasure in my pain.

   Yes it's true, I'm too senstive

   but he takes pleasure in my pain.

   

   And the unheard hours they fly by

   she goes to the window

   she puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair

   he's already asleep

   by the time she

   

   goes and lays herself back down.

   she thinks

   

   my god, what am i doing hear?

   

   My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,

   and I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode

   or worse yet just fade away.

   There have been days so dark that I felt like august

   and that I soon too would turn to fall.

   he always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much

   the world could kill me that way.

   I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this

   inarticulate,

   cause i say

     

   And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they

   were the wings for her freedom

   she gets up and goes to the door

   it's a moment in which anything can happen

   instead she gets out some clothing

   puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping

   while she heads for the door.
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