[Intro — whispered, almost smiling] Don't look at me like that... You know exactly what you're doing. [Verse 1] There's a half-moon in your whiskey Caught between your fingers And I'm trying not to stare You say my name Like you found it somewhere You weren't supposed to be I laugh Because what the hell else can I do? I've got dignity It's just... not very useful around you [Pre-Chorus — low, intimate] I could tell you I'm above this I could lie beautifully But your knee touches mine Under the table And suddenly I'm terrible at being holy [Chorus — powerful but restrained] I want you God, I want you Not the polished version Not the one you give the world I want the midnight mouth The crooked smile The dangerous little silence Before you tell me what you feel I want you And that's the sweetest part Of breaking my own heart [Verse 2] Your shirt smells like rain And somebody else's expensive perfume I notice I hate that I notice You catch me looking And grin like a thief Who already knows the house is empty Come closer No— closer than that Let me hear the lie Before you make it pretty [Pre-Chorus] You say, “This isn't wise” Baby... Neither are we There's a whole damn future Waiting outside But tonight It can wait its turn [Chorus] I want you God, I want you With all the inconvenient truth Of it The ache The sweetness The little bit of shame Your hand finding mine Like it has somewhere to go I want you And maybe that's the tragedy Maybe that's the beautiful thing [Bridge — almost spoken, then rising] If this is wrong Why does your name Feel so right in my mouth? Why does goodbye Sound so cheap When you're standing this close? I should leave I know I've rehearsed the speech Three times ...and forgotten every word Since you smiled [Break — whispered backing vocals] Want you... Want you... Don't go... Don't go... [Final Chorus — full female lead, husky power] I want you Fuck, I want you Past the good sense Past the warning signs Past every little promise I made to myself I want the truth of you Against the truth of me No pretty ending No alibi Just this Your breath My pulse That impossible space Between almost and never I want you And if tomorrow tastes bitter Let it Tonight tastes sweet [Outro — breathy, fading] Come here... Don't make me say it twice ...I want you.
