Benjamin Blower - O Unfaithfulness текст песни

She has become to me like a lion in the forest
estranged, endangered and distant
I can remember when it was just the two of us
tied into one knot - beautiful and honest
Then a third came along and placed himself between us
And she said: "He looks so mysterious!"
And he said that she looked as "sexy as hell"
"O my goodness!" she said, "I just can't help the way that I'm feeling.."
Decisions were made behind lame excuses
They ran off and screwed each other on the high places
hoping that My face wouldn't see them
but they didn't even know their right from their left hand
So I sat by Myself on the Mount of Olives
Where Jesus cried for His lost beloved
Tears inbetween my face and my hands
because I knew where that devil would take her in the end

O unfaithfulness

Sometimes she'd cross the street and pretend she didn't see me
Sometimes she'd walk right by and just be smiling slightly
Sometimes she'd make a slight noise - like when a cat leaves the room
And always she looked down right through her shoes
Sometimes her eyes were vacant and other times angry
Sometimes mascara ran from her head to her feet
Sometimes she would be screaming at her children
Other times she would just ignore them completely

Just one time I saw that low-down casanova
I said, "Hello"
and he didn't say anything
So I said, "where you been this whole time, Diabalo?
I keep seeing all of your girlfriends and your whores around"
He said, "I've just been roaming around the earth
Voyeuring at people and going back and forth
and so on, and so forth
Looking for the action
Checking out the talent and seeing whats happening"

I shut my eyes and screamed like a lion in the city
and all of the windows in his apartment shattered
and showered them naked in bed
as they lay in twisted sensations
and alienation from each other
Filled with hatred
Sick of the smell of each others unfaithful selfishnes
The smell of their bed
The taste of each other's spit
And the crying of unwanted babies in distress

Laying in our bed surrounded by glass and plaster
The ashes of our own demise
1000 adulterers cut their losses
curse each other and wander off into the night
As did I
We are 1001 vagabonds
Refugees running from the chaos of our own lives
From the four corners of the earth we are asking the skies
Beloved, is this love worth the price?