Love Torn Us Under - Manic Street Preachers
Everything's moving as you climb up the walls
(Heaven's wearing as you climb on the walls?)
Asleep I daydreamed I could change it all
Running from smething too painful to face
Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled feet
Ecstacy's columns decay in to night
Underneath hope she loves sedatives (sadder to?) die
Wasting my time on the shackles of her love
At night complete love's torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over
Gentlemens left me, a cataracts past life
Searching for something I'm unable to find
To weak to render a sorrows daily grind
I find too much grief in her chest and her eyes
Memory cannot choose where it wants to be
Love this sex, true pity as mangled sheets
The tenderness that climbs in the mind
At night complete love's torn us under, love is dragging me under
Betray my other self, the lost hours are over
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