Stranger than kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano Sobers your skin Stranger than Kindness You caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come A strange lit stair And find a rope hanging there Stranger than kindness
Keys rain like heaven’s hair There is no home there is no bread We sit at the gate and scratch The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness
Your sleeping hands journey They loiter Stranger than kindness You hold me so carelessly close Tell me I’m dirty Stranger than kindnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
