Mourning After

Taste this body
Put it in your vein
How high and hide the night
And then, wake with your shame

I'm mourning after
When I should have remained
A fly on your window
For a day and then, done, ooh

Taste this body
Looking out on your way
Two highs and eyes in flight
In the end, it's your game

How will this fade when
All love remains? I
Feel it this way
Feel it this way

I'm mourning after
When I should have remained
A fly on your window
For a day and then, done, ooh