Pull My Hair - Bright Eyes

Is the passion all gone?

Or is it still newly-wed?

If all this heat’s doing

Is making us stick to the bed

Then there’s no life to revive

But if the hunger’s still there

Burried somewhere inside

Covered up by the boredom

We’ve been trying to hide

Then dig it up And devour

And it’ll seem more like a song

And less like it’s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It’ll seem more like a song

And less like it’s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It’ll seem more like a song

Yeah more like song

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

I don’t care if we stay up too late

Don’t answer the phone

Don’t answer the phone

And it’ll seems more like a song

And less like it’s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It’ll seems more like a song

And less like it’s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And bite me and scratch me like that

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

And It’s so bad I can’t concentrate

Don’t answer the phone