Body Ash - The Zolas

My balls are coals in the bottom of our bed

That sags with the ash of our passion spent

I kicked the coals to see if they’re still lit

Oh how much more can I take of this?

I don’t know how much more I can take of this

You get undressed and I watch the show

You lie beside me but I stay cool

Then the next morning again we go

You dress for work and I watch that too

I don’t know how much more I can take of this

I know this tunnel will end with light

But I can’t see it, I can’t see it

Must be a reason to stay polite

But I can’t see it, I can’t see it

I keep the fire alive in the night

I’m sick of sleeping in body ash

Our bed is heaping with body ash

I’m sick of sleeping in body ash

Our bed is heaping with body ash

We go for coffee and comfy chairs

Your pen is to your lips but I don’t stare

You lean over the table and between your hair

I can’t pretend that I don’t see what’s there

Sure sure I’m a gentleman but this just ain’t fair