Текст (слова) песни: The Blood Brothers - Time For Tenderness
When I awoke I lay tied to a foreign bed. Inside a house sown out of human flesh. A palace of skin graft architecture. Oh desolation! I can`t stand to fuck these walls. Desolation! I can`t stand to suck these halls. But how do I sleep when the skin I stroke underneath the sheets is mannequin plastique? And I wonder where the girl who slept beside me has gone. When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyed mystique Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness.
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