The Dear Hunter - The Inquiry Of Ms. Terri lyrics

rate me

A home removed, a life resumed right here. The Priest and the Rosary, the Book and the bond between he and me is long since broken. A boy who's grown, too short to see, a tale unfolds, to 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. Oh, on the ground.

The inquiry of mystery, the expiry of misery, the table turns, the sun long, the river bend, and he's alone. Her 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. Oh, on the ground.

We dance around the room, my love I'll carry you, and I'll teach you how to treat that leading lady(I can't understand the last part of this sentence). We dance around the truth, my dear I lie for you, but when I lie down, I'm simply lying to them still...

**Note: The story behind this is that our narrator, the young man, is interrogating Ms. Terri, a friend of his mother, after his mother goes missing. He's finding out that his mother is a prostitute, hence the reference of the Dime (a whore house) and the story of a woman hoping that the growing boy will "fend for her" and become a man.

Thanks to Rei for these lyrics

Thanks to Rei for these lyrics