Benjamin Blower - O Unfaithfulness lyrics

She has become to me like a lion in the forest estranged, endangered and distant I can remember when it was just the two of us tied into one knot - beautiful and honest Then a third came along and placed himself between us And she said: "He looks so mysterious!" And he said that she looked as "s**y as hell" "O my goodness!" she said, "I just can't help the way that I'm feeling.." Decisions were made behind lame excuses They ran off and screwed each other on the high places hoping that My face wouldn't see them but they didn't even know their right from their left hand So I sat by Myself on the Mount of Olives Where Jesus cried for His lost beloved Tears inbetween my face and my hands because I knew where that devil would take her in the end O unfaithfulness Sometimes she'd cross the street and pretend she didn't see me Sometimes she'd walk right by and just be smiling slightly Sometimes she'd make a slight noise - like when a cat leaves the room And always she looked down right through her shoes Sometimes her eyes were vacant and other times angry Sometimes mascara ran from her head to her feet Sometimes she would be screaming at her children Other times she would just ignore them completely Just one time I saw that low-down casanova I said, "Hello" and he didn't say anything So I said, "where you been this whole time, Diabalo? I keep seeing all of your girlfriends and your who*es around" He said, "I've just been roaming around the earth Voyeuring at people and going back and forth and so on, and so forth Looking for the action Checking out the talent and seeing whats happening" I shut my eyes and screamed like a lion in the city and all of the windows in his apartment shattered and showered them naked in bed as they lay in twisted sensations and alienation from each other Filled with hatred Sick of the smell of each others unfaithful selfishnes The smell of their bed The taste of each other's spit And the crying of unwanted babies in distress Laying in our bed surrounded by gla** and plaster The ashes of our own demise 1000 adulterers cut their losses curse each other and wander off into the night As did I We are 1001 vagabonds Refugees running from the chaos of our own lives From the four corners of the earth we are asking the skies Beloved, is this love worth the price?