Mother clutches the head of her dying son Anger and tears, so many things to feel Sensitive boy, good with his hands Noone mentions the unmentionable, but everybody understands Here in this cold white room Tied up to these machines It's hard to imagine him as he used to be
Laughing screaming tumbling queen Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen Whirling swirling never blue How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do
Silence equals death, this is what they say But the anger and the tears do not take the pain away How far must it go, how near must it be Before it touches you, before it touches me Here in this cold white room Tied up to these machines It's hard to imagine life as it used to be
Laughing screaming tumbling queen Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen Whirling swirling never blue How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do
Did you ever ask those strangers what they're looking for? Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure? You were hurt by love but still you came right back for more Il adore, il adore, il adore
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