The Figurehead歌词

作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst
作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst
Sharp and open, leave me alone
I'm sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting in the cold light
A noise, a scream tears my clothes and the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep as I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing, you mean nothing
I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time, lose me in the dark
Please do it right, run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain, my heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen at least for a short while
I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets, too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets, please make it good tonight
But the same image haunts me in sequence
Despair of time
I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again