The Low Commotion

What does it mean to be unhealthy badly my love? To be in a bad state so well What does it mean to face desire so sadly? To beg at the empty well Residual images of our love Are just a dot on the sheet of your love To know every man, every place that youve been You turned me on, then you turned on me This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion Is going down, down, down, down This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion America weren't you a miracle? A fleeting chance in whole But this low, low, low commotion Would not leave our paridise alone And my two hands landed Like two spiders on your knee And one right ring finger branded But two lefts for two brands to please Residual images of our love Are just a dot on the sheet of your love But to know every man, every face that you've seen Baby you turned me on, then you turned on me This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion This low commotion Is going down, is going down Is going down, is going down Your low commotion Your low commotion Your low commotion Your low commotion