Letra de Cut-throat

Well I'm thinking about your presence
I'm thinking all about your hands, about your mouth
'Cause I'm drinking in your absence, poor me
Poor me, pour me out another drink
If you live in the time of the welcome sign
Of the poetry of thieves
So alive & you're so alone
But with nothing in between
If you flatter me for a moment
I'll tell you the reason why you're such a stupid fool
And I'll play you a game of cut-throat
The blood within your veins
Will turn to liquid gold
And you're taking a line as a token sign
Of the poetry of thieves
So alive & you're so alone
But with nothing in between
In love above, and so, below
Well I'm thinking 'bout your presence
I think your hands & mouth
Are running down my throat
'Cause I'm drinking-in your absence, poor me
Poor me, pour me out another drink
And you live in the time of the welcome sign
Of the body to believe
So alive & you're so alone
But with nothing in between
In love above, and so, below...