God damn you were right
What's dark now will be light
Like tall ships at night
Your words just don't sound right
When hands can't feel to grip
And lips won't seem to lip
And tongues are out of time
And words are out of rhyme
When minor is the key
And major is the plea
Like animals in heat hungry in the streets
Hiding from the sun until it's gone
Your words crow in your cheek
You talk but you don't speak
Like animals in heat lying in the street
When major is the key
And minor is the plea
God damn all the tongues whose words prey on the young
Hiding from the sun until it's gone
I want a little bit more
You want a little bit more
I want a little bit more
You want a little bit more
I want a little bit more
You want a little bit more