startsWhat a waste to say the heart could feel

that I saw her hair like the branch of

I first saw youThe end was soonTo Bethlehem, it

not the waking, it's the risingIt is the grounding

AmenAmenTake me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine

eyes and words are so icyOh, but she burns

something tragic about youSomething so magic about youDon't you

lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

here to me, I wish I was a may

Her eyes and words are so icyOh but she burnsLike rum

Don't want to discuss itI think it's time for a changeYou

starving, darlingLet me put my lips to somethingLet me

think I’d give upThat this this might have shook

Mon amour a le sens de l'humourElle est celle qui rit

Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipe and fiddleWhat's hotter

take this the wrong wayYou knew who I was

lover's got humourHe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

can't work you outAre you thinkin' 'bout somethin' better?Holdin'

towers fall, if nothing standsI’ll build again the world by