You can shake your hips You can seal your lips I can't make that trip And all life's fears Can invade my ears I can handle it I can laugh with a friend And remember the faces We wore at school Making the madness And solitary sadness A friendly fool I thought of stories They told us long ago Of how the world was a perfume garden I haven't yet learned to tame the creature there And that at least I think is something good All across the town And across the street You could feel the heat Let me tell you friend They could hardly wait To mark your sheet It was maximum joy For the men they employed To hold you down Well I hope now you know That this isn't the bliss That you thought you found Endless emptiness An endless ringing bell I couldn't show you But I hope to one day Pretty promises to teach the tender child To welcome madness every Monday Beck and call It didn't seem to matter at all Beck and call You told us how to conquer it all Beck and call These children have nothing at all Listening hard For the voice of the child I thought I heard An alarm bell ringing Pulled from my sleep By invisible hands The distant sound of a lady singingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
