"A real kitchen sink drama. This kind of thing happens all the time and it
leaves a nasty stain on the shag-pile." Starts so slowly, just a place to
stay... Somewhere warm where they can spend their days. Air is stagnant
and he feels unclean. Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene.
Something's happened and it's not so good, broken bottles in the face of
love. Mottled flesh under the harsh strip light. Nylong sheets to keep
them warm at night. Once it's started it can never stop, fills his heaf
with a dark damp fog. In the distance is a constant cry, gro
Xiii
Let me take you far away, beginning of your days,
The agony is written in your eyes.
This is how you've always felt,
You see it through the haze.
Remember how you've locked it up in lies.
They're coming back from far away,
They're coming back, they cannot stay.
So I will pray to purify my mind.
Wash my sins away,
Take my sorrow and pain.
Wash my sins away,
Dry my rears with your rain.
Scars from yesterday,
Make my sins, oh, please wash them away.
Live again through feelings
That have shattered all your trust,
The pain you've felt
Is burned into your heart.
Never understood,
You were rejected, on the run
And, till today it's tearing you apart.
They're coming back from far away...