And There Will Be No Grand Choirs To Sing

i'll love you if you let me

you think i'm weird when i get too excited i think it's weird how you're so empty-minded

sometimes i get bit by the dark it spreads into my heart, takes over me i believe i will laugh, i believe it'll pass i believe there's hope for me

i can see the problem clearly i can see the simple fact is that you like me in theory and i like you back in practice

for somebody i thought was my saviour you sure make me do a whole lot of labour

run until you feel your lungs bleeding

how many years i know i'll bear i found something in the woods somewhere

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

i've no language left to say it but all i do is quake to her breaking if i try convey it the broken love i make to her

i know who i am when i'm alone i'm something else when i see you you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need

i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask, and neither should you honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her

so we're slaves to any semblance of touch lord, we should quit, but we love it too much

we'll lay here for years or for hours your hand in my hand, so still and discreet so long, we'd become the flowers we'd feed well the land and worry the sheep

there's something tragic about you something so magic about you don't you agree?

honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life