Now that I know you will become an angel
(your soul slipping through my eyes)
I keep your secrets, though you don't deserve the most petty sacrifice

And you're old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum you've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum you've ever slept in

You can keep weaving yourself into carpets
It justifies my crime
I can keep sleeping and burying my true thoughts into long exhausted sighs

And we're old enough to know that the furthest bottom of low
Is the most expensive slum we've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum we've ever slept in
It's the most expensive slum you've ever slept in
She's the most expensive slum you've ever slept with