Owen Pallett - The Pa**ions lyrics

We talked about the d** and we Decided to abstain but still we Locked ourselves inside and then My fingers locked behind your head You hooked your pinkies on my jeans I'm twenty-eight and you're nineteen Compa**ion, compa**ion The innocent fun soon-to-be Will start to feel like currency As we try to get it on in bed You've given me your home and head You put on The Queen Is Dead But I just want to talk instead Compa**ion, compa**ion