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Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No "who cares", no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

Babe, there’s something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin?
Babe, there’s something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin

To the strand a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

From Eden - Live At Sofar Sounds

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Lyricist:    Composer:


Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No "who cares", no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

Babe, there’s something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin?
Babe, there’s something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin

To the strand a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door

Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door