Back To The Tears Lovers CD 1 June 27, 2005 01. Lovers 02. Song For The Migrant Worker

Lovers

She shivers in the rain it's the capital connecting with her veins
Stepping under statues and on trains till we are under covers
She giggles like a child with no sign of all the tension in her life
It's winter on her t-shirt and in her eyes that there is no other
Cos we are the lovers, we are the lovers
We're different colours but we stand up as one
We are the lovers, we are the lovers
Two different colours but we stand up as one
All the silly things we do just remind me of the flippancy of youth
Kissing under statues, throwing food and getting into trouble
She shivers in the cold it's the capital connecting with her bones
Jumping into taxis here we go, yes there is no other
Cos we are the lovers, we are the lovers
We're different colours but we stand up as one
We are the lovers, we are the lovers
Two different colours but we stand up as one
Cos we are the lovers, we are the lovers
We're different colours but we stand up as one
We are the lovers, we are the lovers
Two different colours but we stand up as one
(La la la, la la
La la la, la la
La la la, la la la
La la la
La la la, la la
La la la, la la
La la la, la la la
La la la)
Stop! 


Song For The Migrant Worker

We hide in your shadows, you don't know our names as we take you trays
And we don't seem to matter with our straightened hair and our vacant stare
We are clumsy, we are strange
We are jealous, we are plain
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain
Oh but we'll be born again
And we drift like a landslide, with our almond eyes, like a human tide
But yes we love our families and our children too, just like you do
We are clumsy, we are strange
We are jealous, we are plain
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain
Oh but we'll be born again
We are nothing, we are sand
We're the dirt that's on your hands
Strung together like a daisy chain
Oh, we'll be born again
We'll be born again

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