TORRES - Records of Your Tenderness Lyrics

You in the corner watching me
You with the gaze I die beneath
You smoked Parliament Blues
In my living room
And I went and hoarded the ash

I let myself love you
Knowing I could never look back
I've dug so many graves
That I never had plans to fill
I've saved records of your tenderness
That you say don't exist

Our love was an overgrown orchard
Can't get one word in front of the other
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over

You, your skirt, waist to your knees
You with the hidden hand
You I wore with disbelief
Laid me bare on linoleum

While the morning grows empty
I limp off a victory chant
In the winter of love
I forget to check in with my friends
I've dug so many graves
That I never had plans to fill
I've saved records of your tenderness
That you say don't exist

Our love was an overgrown orchard
Can't get one word in front of the other
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, I can't believe you're coming over

You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
I can't get one word in front of the other
You know my mind's an overgrown orchard
Oh, why don't I want this to be over