Father John Misty - (Everything But) Her Love

Her parade on the ceiling Was lookin' like rain When he came by to borrow some blue skies "I'm sleeping" she said After a long night's dreamin' Hard pressed for a reason to get out of bed Here he is beggin' for less than enough I'll give you everything but Her love, ahh Everything but her love Her love, ahh Everything but her love I can offer you sheets by the mile If the Carlyle is out of rooms I'm good for it, why don't you ask? But I can't bring her back Now why would I do that? When I ask what he wants His only response Is a single word less than I need He watches TV She reads the I Ching And I keep my face nearly straight When he tries to leave She must be a dream, 'cause you never wake up I'll give you everything but Her love, ahh Everything but her love Her love, ahh Everything but her love Her love, ahh Everything but her love Her love, ahh Everything but her love