The Sweat Lyrics

The sweat from the palms of my hands
On the small of your back
And the life that I've lived
Up to this point
Has been wack, and cruel, and unkind
I've been blind

Look at me
I'm in lonely thralls
Unwashed
Unshaven
In dirty clothes

The sweat from the small of your back
On the palms of my hands
And the lives that you've lived
In other men's beds
Might help me more easily understand

How to make you stay
And how to make you love me
And what to do in my shoe
When you leave

It's hard to believe
That who made you made me

It's hard to believe
That who made you made me