Why don't you believe me when I say that I love you?
'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you
Wear the face that tells me you think my loving ain't true
I'm all about you
You're my desirer higher, higher everytime I speak your name
That's all I do (that's all I do, that's all I do, that's all I do)
And the way that I can't sleep at night just proves what I go through
I'm crazy 'bout you
Now the first time that I saw you walking down the street so pretty
Gone with your bad self
Now you say that I don't love you When it's giving my love pains
It's the hurt and the tension
Girl, it's driving me insane
Chorus
You are my, you are my
You are my lovely one
You are my, you are my
You are my lovely one
You are my, you are my
You are my lovely one
You are my, you are my
You are my lovely one!
Why don't you believe me, When I say that I am true?
I'm crazy 'bout you
I'm here to love and please you, I'll do what you want me to
I'm all about you
Living and hoping, but I'm coping
With these things you put me through
That's all I do
The way that I can't sleep at night
Just proves what I go through
I crazy 'bout you
Now the first time that I saw you walking down the street so pretty
Gone with your bad self
Now you say that I don't love, When it's giving my love pains
It's the hurt and the tension
Girl, it's driving me insane
ChorusIn the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off children of the past
Their aging fingers cast the Shadow of Death
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles
silver knives and spoons
persona read women dance with priests on a side road
your vision perspectives are turning to stone
cabaret slide show starts shooting their loads
Act one is the end, the show
now begins...
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles
silver knives and spoons
Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
a child's muddled cry turns into hilarity
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom bloom in prosperity
luxuries of past days are
luxuries of our days
luxuries of past days
luxuries of our days