Tindersticks

Bathtime

Tindersticks


There's a city filth that lingers 
All over my naked hands 
Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear 
And every step brings another 
Every hour adds some more 
Till I'm on the other side leaning on your door 
Are the taps running, darling? 
Is the air thick with steam? 
Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame? 
And every step brings another 
Every hour adds some more 
Till I'm on the other side leaning on your door 
There's a smell so sweet it's sickly 
It follows me into the room 
Hangs in the air like rotting perfume 
I never bathe in it, darling 
Got down on my hands and knees 
Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all 
I've been wading through it 
Don't you know it's up to my neck? 
And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head 
And it's the thought of you in my mind, keeps me here.
Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn 
Could always find my way home 
There's something there, I can't leave it alone 
The trains they run all night 
We could leave everything behind 
Just bring that dress you wore when we first met 
I know it's faded, darling 
I know it's tattered and worn 
In that dress I could never love you more 
I've been wading through it 
Don't you know it's up to my neck? 
And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head 
And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in