exman
01.12.06, 20:05
Guilty undertaker sighs
Lonely organ grinder cries
Silver saxophone say I
I should refuse you
Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Drunken politicians leap
Under the streets where mothers weep
Saviours lying fast asleep
They wait for you
I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinking from my broken cup
And ask for me
To open up the gate for you
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
All my fathers, they've gone down
True love, they live without it