Love Turns Us Under
(Manic Street Preachers)
Heaven's weariness, I'm climbing the walls
Asleep, I daydream, I could change it all
Running from something too painful to face
Epitaph's torn into barefoot soled feet
Ecstasy's columns decay into night
Underneath hope she let sanity 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
A gentleman's left me, A cataract's past life
Searching for something I'm unable to find
Too weak, too envious, sorrow's daily rhyme
I found so much grief that I just turned ice
Memory cannot choose where it wants to be
Love this sex, self pity as mangled sheets
A tenderness declines 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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