The Dear Hunter - The Inquiry of Ms. Terri lyrics

A home removed, a life resumed right here
The Priest and the rosary
The book and the bond between he
And me has long since broken
A boy who's grown, too short to see
A tale unfolds, too tall to be
A life once lived behind closed doors
The irony of the pensive whore

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the Dime
Burn it to the ground ohhhh, on the ground

The inquiry of Ms terri the expiry of misery
The table turns the sun long
The river bed, and he's alone
The object of affection
Conflicted by convictions of indecency
Sorority corrupted by impropriety
The cavalier, she hopes of him
In dissonance with experience
A boy who grows, with knife in hand
To fend for her, becomes a man
But she plays fake affection
And carefully lacks objection
To her gentleman caller's twisted desires

Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the dime
Burn it to the ground

We dance around the room
My love, I'll carry you
And I'll teach you how to treat
That Leading lady that you'll meet
We dance around the truth
My dear, I lie for you but when I lie down
I'm simply lying to them too