I paint your nails and brush your hair Until you are so very beautiful I whisper in your ear and on my knees I tell you that you are desirable You don
The soul lives forever, always ends sometime Now I'm alone, alone and cold under painted skies Remembering the love that we came alive I know when I can
? Close my eyes and hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow, never comes Deep inside the empty feeling All the nighttime leaves me Three
Aow Yea yea yea The happiest day I ever knew In a sea of gold down next to you So blurred and tired under summer sun You whispered dreams of a world
Simon is twenty in half an hour, so this is for him. Those down days When you felt so young And everything seemed You saw the people Around You Getting
scream...
You wear your smile like it was goin' out of fashion Dress to inflame but douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket hanging around your
I know that I don't love you But I tell you that I do But I only buy you flowers If I want anything from you You say that if you'll leave me It will
You know you're a cute little heart-breaker You know you're a sweet little love-maker I want to take you home I won't do you no harm You've got to be
Begging me to stay But I'm laughing in your face You're so desperate Not to let those years of care All go to waste But it was you Who wanted love, not
I want to be old And creek by the fire I want to smell of rotting wood It's all I desire I want my joints to seize up I want my legs to ache I want my
Spit out the shout of a warning Death is an honour with doubts So you live in the end And you mistrust the start Because you don't think it counts But
I went into the butchers I said wanted, wanted, wanted some meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so sweet I lost my heart to a meathook
The happiest day I ever knew In a sea of gold down next to you So blurred and tired under summer sun You whispered dreams of a world to come... We were
Scream...
my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three
Vertimas: The Cure. Trys Imaginary Boys.
Vertimas: The Cure. Trys.