Текст Speak Low If You Speak Love – Have My Head

My mother would have my head if she knew what I did
She’d have my head if she knew what I did

You were the opposite of elegance, with a trace left of me on your fingertips
A compromise of body and mind for you

So I sat in my car with my head on the dash, waiting for this to pass

My mother would have my head if she knew what I did
She’d have my head if she knew what I did

Visions of you from three nights before haunted me as a slipped out the door
My rotten judgment rose above me once again
I spun in my stool hoping that you would give me the attention I was accustomed to
But it never came, you stayed the same: selfish, unkind and still in my way

We found ourselves tangled up in words we didn’t mean
I’m guilty too, but somehow everything meant more to me