Sunday's Pretty Icons

歌詞

There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hotel room that's warm enough No rented room that's quiet A friend I've known through six degrees Comes down to where I hide A friend I've known through dreams and prayers She comes back to my side You're so far from wanting to talk You're so far from wanting to say something good Feel something good The secret lives and loves of girls The secret lives of boys The story of the both of us Too close to ever love Whisky from the Island of Sand Whisky from the year you were born Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile Somebody asked me what heaven was like Somebody asked me for hell Somebody asked me what heaven was like Lunging and happening, panting of souls Every girl you ever admired Every boy you ever desired Every love you ever forgot Every person that you despised is forgiven