Painkiller - Jim Bianco

Your skirt blew up high enough that I could see your skin

It appeared as though I was owed a favor from the wind

You took the room with sweet perfume, I fell to my knees

An innocent bystander, a victim of the breeze

Would you be my painkiller?

Would you be my painkiller?

You don’t choose the memories that stay with you all your life

You think you do but they choose you and then they hold on tight

With all your charm, you touched my arm when I made you laugh

A gesture that seemed innocent, a moment that would last

Would you be my painkiller?

Would you be my painkiller?

Would you make all those voices whispering in my ear

Disappear?

I wonder what you look like in the morning, when it comes

Knowing me, I’d probably be jealous of the sun

How dare it touch and warm your body while I’m lying there?

When a man finds what he wants, he’s not inclined the share

Would you be my painkiller?

Would you be my painkiller?

Would you make all those voices whispering in my ear

Disappear?