The keys are in my pocket
And they rattle you awake
Seventh floor apartment
And a fiery escape

But I'm a wife in watercolors
I can wash away
What seventeen cold showers
Couldn't wash away

Save me, save me
Save me from what I want
Save me, save me
Save me from what I want
Save me, save me
Save me from what I want

Honey, what reveals you
Is what you try and hide away
And you can tell the planets
Or your pillowcase

But I'm a wife in watercolors
I can wash away
What seventeen cold showers
Couldn't wash away

Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want
Save me save me save me from what I want