--smitten.

You put your face in front of mine,
All but hiding desperation,
Hunger leaks out of your eyes,
Whetting me with dark temptation,
All I want, all I want is to hold you,
Instead I hold my breath.

Sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you,
Saddled with this treason,
I am smitten with you.

In a dimly lighted bar,
We sit while Conscience pours another,
She is home and she is waiting,
She my friend and she your lover,
I can hear the angels on your shoulder,
And the devil on your lips...

And I'm sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you,
Saddled with this treason,
I am smitten with you.

You can read me like a trashy book,
I'm barely keeping in these rages,
So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see,
I'm torn between these pages,
Pages.

You put your face in front of mine,
And breathed a wordless conversation,
Good intentions, true regret,
Cannot eclipse love's desperation.

And I'm sickened by the season,
I am smitten with you,
Saddled with this treason,
I am smitten with you,
I am smitten with you,
I am smitten with you.