Promises

Lyle Lovett · Road To Ensenada [1996]

(Lovett)



Promises given

And promises broken

Words stain my lips

Just like blood on my hands.



And words are like poison

That sinks down inside you

And some things you do

You just don't understand.



I offer no reason

I ask for no pity

I make no excuse

For the way that I am.



And words are like poison

That sinks down inside you

And some things you do

You just don't understand.



I God is my witness

Then God is my savior

But if you are my judge

Then I'm already damned.



And words are like poison

That sinks down inside you

And some things you do

You just don't understand.



And would if my fingers

To cut off and give you

Could gain my redemption

I'd cut off my hands.



But words are like poison

That bends you and blinds you

And some things you do

You just don't understand.



So this is my story

And I hope that it finds you

For your sweet attention

I cannot demand.



And words are like poison

That lives down inside you

And some things you do

You just don't understand...