 Back To The Tears
Lovers CD 2 |
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Back To The Tears
Lovers CD 2 |
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! Low-Life You're a complicated person with some educated friends And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote on your hands, oh But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always rude And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are touching you, oh But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life, low-life, low-life Low, low-life And when you pull the trigger in me, my life isn't mine They said you were special but you're low-life And you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life, low-life, low-life Low Low-life, low-life, low-life Low The Primitive Oh sometimes I look up to the sky and I see the clouds and I see the light And I want the stars and the mud and the night to define me And sometimes I look out at the sea and I see the waves and I feel the breeze And I want the rocks and the birds and the leaves to define me Cos I am the insect in the jar I am the spider in the tar I am the worm inside your drain Yes we all come back to the primitive again, oh And sometimes I stare out at the trees and I forget about the complexities That scratch and scrape and hate and tease all around me And sometimes I drift out with the wind and the silence tells me simple things And I want my lungs and my legs and my skin to define me Cos I am the insect in the jar I am the spider in the tar I am the worm inside your drain Yes we all come back to the primitive again, oh Cos I am the insect in the tar I am the worm in the jar I am the creature inside your brain Yes we all come back to the primitive again And we all come back to the primitive again And we all come back to the primitive again And we all come back to the primitive again
