Ed Harcourt

Oh baby can't you see
when you get mad at me
your eyes light up your face
Oh baby, just admit
if both my wrists were slit
you'd bandage them with style and grace
And it's not over
I don't think that it will be
and we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins
and that's a metaphor
for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
but you know
With you I'm never bored
yes ma'am, you strike a chord
that makes me shiver and mumble
I'm chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
or my whole world will crumble
And it's not over
I don't think that it will be
and we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins
and that's a metaphor
for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
but you know
Come wrap your arms around
the man who's back in town
and loves to watch you smile
Don't know if I should laugh or cry
with you sleeping by my side
I hear the silence for miles
And it's not over
I don't think that it will be
and we are joined at the hip like Siamese twins
and that's a metaphor
for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
but you know