Owen Pallett - The Passions Lyrics
We talked about the drugs and weDecided to abstain but still weLocked ourselves inside and thenMy fingers locked behind your headYou hooked your pinkies on my jeansI'm twenty-eight and you're nineteenCompassion, compassionThe innocent fun soon-to-beWill start to feel like currencyAs we try to get it on in bedYou've given me your home and headYou put on The Queen Is DeadBut I just want to talk insteadCompassion, compassion