Stranger than kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano It 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 Well, there is no home, there is no bread We sit at the gate and scratch And the gaunt fruit of passion It dies in the light Stranger than kindness
Your sleeping hands Well, they journey, they loiter Stranger than kindness You hold me so carelessly close Tell me I’m dirty
I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger to kindnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
