Texty: Culture Club. From Luxury To Heartache. Come Clean.

I was cold till you touched me
Fear had no place to hide
I felt nothing but sadness
Love is the great divide

Felt like someone was counting
The tears that rush from my eyes
I was broken and doubting
Love and my own sweet pride

Come clean, come clean
You know where you've been, slipping and stepping inside
Come clean, come clean
I know that's a dream, love is the divide

Felt a rush from the mountain
Oh Lord, I pushed you aside
I felt nothing but sadness
I'll be alone tonight

How can we lose? There's no laws to abuse
There was never more passion in crime
You took my hand, told me you'd understand
There'd be time, so much time

I was cold till you touched me
Fear had no place to hide
I felt nothing but sadness
Love is the great divide