Dining With Thieves and Supermodels - InMemory

Excuses, excuses are better than letting me down

But when you broke the silence you spoke and your tongue was the sharpest thing

I found

So I put it to my skin, right next to my mouth

I think you called it a kiss

I was thinking let me out

Out of this town

Out of your mind

Out of your memory

It’s a mistake

This is not sick

Why don’t you let me, out?

Your blood and your sex is old and but that heart is still mine

In my bed, in my arms, in my thoughts, in my veins, you’re the hardest thing to

find

So I put it to my mouth, right between my lips

I think you called it a kiss

In the shape of a bullet

Out of this town

Out of your mind

Out of your memory

It’s a mistake

This is not sick

Why don’t you let me, out?

If you don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Tonight, tonight I claim that bed

Tonight, tonight I claim that bed

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Don’t want to know, don’t want to hear

Please turn off the radio dear

Out of this town

Out of your mind

Out of your memory

It’s a mistake

This is not sick

Why don’t you let me…

Out of this town

Out of your mind

Out of your memory

It’s a mistake

This is not sick

Why don’t you let me, out?

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Don’t want to know

If you don’t want to know

If you don’t want to know