You put your face in front of mine 

All but hiding desperation 

Hunger leaks out of your eyes 

Whetting me with dark temptation 



All I want, all I want is to hold you 

Instead I hold my breath 



Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 

(hey, hey, hey) 



In a dimly lighted bar 

We sit while Conscience pours another 

And she is home, and she is waiting 

She my friend, she your lover 



I can hear the angels on your shoulder 

And the devil on your lips 



And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 



You can read me like a trashy book 

I'm barely keeping in these rages 

So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn between 

These pages, pages 



You put your face in front of mine 

And breathed a wordless conversation 

Good intentions, true regret 

Cannot eclipse love's desperation 



And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you 

Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you 

I am smitten with you 

I am smitten with you 

(hey, hey, hey)