Keys are in my pocket
And they rattle you away
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
You could tell the planets
or your pillow case
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