An Only Child - I could get a tattoo in Paris

There she goes, always in the right place
She knows the words before you choose to say
Her house is warm, and her walls are safe
The growth you know is set within her frame

And I could get a tattoo that mapped out your entire land
And would the scales just lean to you, lifting up other men
Is it worth the burden
What's the cost of my time
To be so open, hmm hmm hmm

There he goes, always in a dark place
He cursed the hands, the lips, the entire case
His heart is worn, and his world seems grey
The light you know is far beyond his plane

And I could get a tattoo that mapped out your entire land
And would the scales just lean to you, lifting up other men
Is it worth the burden
What's the cost of my time
To be so open To feel so open hmm mm mm

Written by:
Quenton Stuckey

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