Dalszövegek
In Reverent Fear Stomacher

In a quaint French restaurant In a village at dark Waitress sings, I picked a violet from my mothers grave. In the streets the children play Like the

I watch a young boy with a bag of stones In a car, I know that I dont own Its well past three and you phone for me To come and trace back the road

Im lost in this decay And I feel Ive touched a brilliant star Oh wait, Ive been drugged I see my palms face down on cutlery Oh please Ive not known this

Im just to sleep under your stairs You lonely witch you werent prepared Soon well be wed on the bathroom floor The guests will applaud as we exit the

Hello my wife, at last There are so many things Ive to ask We spoke before of Francis cross A red masked maid is said to have bought But Im not thinking

We will meet again, I promise Not hell can stop us now We could meet like this Tower bridge or Regents park And for today I am a new born baby girl