Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
2012/03/06
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I don’t have any excuse for this other than Basil Rathbone’s hips. I’m not even sorry.
this is mesmerizing
