These violent delights have violent ends,

Come close and kiss me hard again,

Will I stay? It depends,

If after the sacred act,

I can stay upon my back,

Nestled in an unknown arm,

and tell my heart I mean no harm,

For is this sweat or are they my tears?

I've forgotten your name I quietly fear,

But really it doesn't matter,

When you live your life served upon a platter,

For there is no need to charm or flatter,

A murky picture taken long ago,

Sinning with another you didn't know,

Is enough to move triumphant feet,

To meet my love on a lonely street