You put your face in front of mine   All but hiding desperation   Hunger leaks out of your eyes   Whetting me with dark temptation      All I want, all I want is to hold you   Instead I hold my breath      Sickened by the season   I am smitten with you   Saddled with this treason   I am smitten with you, hey, hey, hey      In a dimly lighted bar   We sit while conscience pours another   And she is home and she is waiting   She my friend, she your lover      I can hear the angels on your shoulder   And the devil on your lips      And I'm sickened by the season   I am smitten with you   Saddled with this treason   I am smitten with you      You can read me like a trashy book   I'm barely keeping in these rages   So far so clean, but I'm torn between   See, I'm torn between these pages, pages      You put your face in front of mine   And breathed a wordless conversation   Good intentions, true regret   Cannot eclipse love's desperation      And I'm sickened by the season   I am smitten with you   Saddled with this treason   I am smitten with you      Sickened by the season   I am smitten with you   Saddled with this treason   I am smitten with you      I am smitten with you   I am smitten with you   Hey, hey, hey      Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh   Ooh, ooh   Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh   Ooh, ooh, ooh