Terms of My Surrender - John Hiatt

When the moon is rising and the night is still

Some of my delusions have the power to kill

Scared I’ll get what I deserve

Or maybe scared I won’t

I’m sitting in my borough staring at my motorcycle

My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles

Where I need too much

Baby, I swear I don’t

'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong

Like a fat man in a thong

It was shamelessly awake

I hold a seashell to ear

And winds of echoed dreams I hear

Reverberations of yesterday

I can be rough

Sometimes I can be tender

But I can’t negotiate

The terms of my surrender

I love you too much, babe

Go on and have your way with me Well, emperors and reigning kings

Have showered you with golden rings

Now I stand with my hat in my hand

I know that I can’t compete

With ruthless men and satin sheets

But I’m ready to meet your demands

Wars and glory, and ashes and dust

At the end of the story there’s just us I love you too much, baby

To ever say goodbye