SPARE SOME SUGAR [FOR THE RAT]
death is a warm glove
love's not pure
and love is sweet
love's insecure
and love is need
love’s not dope
you cannot smoke it
love was hope
before I broke it
love’s not a rose
you cannot pick
it it’s not a hose
you cannot lick it
death is a warm glove once it fits you can't take it off
love’s not a boot
you cannot wear it
live is good
but I can’t bear it
love’s not pure
and love is sweet
love’s insecure
and love is need
death is a warm glove once it fits you can't take it off
black bird / black rain
hello hello
it’s you I’d like to meet
I feel like talking to somebody sweet
what would you say to me
if you could speak
or would you even sing
I’ve been waiting for you
I could not sleep
kept my window open
for you to see
come in and pour your sunshine over me
it’s coming down like rain
water come & wash away the light wash away the night wash away the rain
so can I borrow your blackbird eyes
even though you got no eyelids to hide
your feather wings
so I could fly
fly if I wanted to
keep it vague
you turn away from me
one of us always will
I always knew
we failed to kiss away the pain
& now we can't be true
you turn away from me
I turn away from you
that’s how it goes
I’m sure you always knew
I stole your smile
I sucked it in
and could not bring it back
not even on my face
no use for it
just dropped it into black
I stole your smile
I could not bring it back
I left a hole
and filled it up with lack
keep it vague
cold spring
our leather coats
have turned to skin again
the walls of our room
are paper-thin again
the window panes are broken
the wind is blowing in
it feels so good
to hear it blow again