with yours missionary mouth in arabian times

and you voice like the wind and her prayers yourschimes

who among the lost could find you

your moonlight visions in the grass

your skin like velvet and your eyes like glass

oh the gods and generals they did decide
to show you the demons they used to hide
but how could they get you to their side
oh how could we ever forget you

with your typewriter dreams of saville row
your plastic lover just had to go
and your love you can't help but show
who else you think might recieve you
Last edited by shanchu at Mar 22, 2009,