Texty: Siouxsie And The Banshees. The Rapture. Sick Child.

And I know I never knew you
Your mind your pain I will melt your winter tears
If you say you will
If you could say you will

Convalescing bruised I set my mind awake
Dare to take another look
If you say you will
If you could say you will

King of moon gloomy afternoon
Losing track of word & metre
Still shaking in this tear room
Like a sick child
Still shaking nothing reconciled
Like a sick child

Melancholia colliding out of mind
In a silver swirl I take a lungful in
Blow a fistful out if you could say you will

King of moon gloomy afternoon
Losing track of word & metre
Make your final touch people talk too much
Madman screams an unknown language

Still shaking in the tear room
Like a sick child
Still shaking nothing reconciled
Like a sick child