everything but her love

Father John Misty

Her parade on the ceiling
Was lookin like rain
When he came by to borrow
Some blue sky
I m sleeping she said
After a long nights dreamin
Hard pressed for a reason
To get out of bed

Here he is beggin for less than enough
I ll give you everything but
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love

I can offer you sheets by the mile
If the Carlyle is out of rooms
I m good for it
Why don t you ask?
But I can t bring her back

Now why would I do that?

When I ask what he wants
His only response
Is a single word less than I need
He watches TV
She reads the I Ching
And I keep my face nearly straight
When he tries to leave

She must be a dream, cause you never wake up
I ll give you everything but
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love
Her love
Ah-ah-ah
Everything but her love