Из альбома: Rites Of Passage
Guess i wasn't the best one to ask me myself with my face pressed up against love's glass to see the shiny toy i've been hoping for the one i never can afford the wide world spins and spits turmoil and the nations toil for peace but the paws of fear upon your chest only love can soothe that beast and my words are paper tigers no match for the predator of pain inside her i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true as if I've offered up a crystal ball to look through where there's now one there will be two i was born under the sign of cancer like brushing cloth i smooth the wrinkles for an answer i close my eyes and wish you fine (i'm always closing my eyes wishing i'm fine) even though i know you're not this time (even though i'm not this time) i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true as if i've offered up a crystal ball to look through where there's now one there will be two dodging your memories a field of knives always on the outside looking in on other's lives i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true as if i've offered up a crystal ball to look through where there's now one there will be two and i wish her insight to battle love's blindness strength from The Milk Of Human Kindness a safe place for all the pieces that scattered learn to pretend there's more than love that matters