Text: End of a Year. End Of A Year [EP]. Robert E. Howard.

No talk tonight. no talk tomorrow.
Warmest feelings I ever had
have been for the ones who won't love me back.
I could marry the dirt, I could marry the waves.
But put that woman in front of me
the only thing I feel is guilt
for feelings I don't have.

No touch tonight. No touch tomorrow.
Hottest feelings I ever had
have been for the ones who won't fuck me back.
I could sleep with the dirt, I could sleep with the waves.
But put that bed in front of me
the only thing I feel is lust
for a potter's grave.

No sex tonight. No sex tomorrow.