The Passions - Owen Pallett

We talked about the drugs and we

Decided to abstain but still we

Locked ourselves inside and then

My fingers locked behind your head

You hooked your pinkies on my jeans

I’m twenty-eight and you’re nineteen

Compassion, compassion

The innocent fun soon-to-be

Will start to feel like currency

As we try to get it on in bed

You’ve given me your home and head

You put on The Queen Is Dead

But I just want to talk instead

Compassion, compassion