La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
As far to love and not be loved has tore my heart away.
There are some who get sick in love and not to mend again.
Almost I'll die from loving you.
My lust was all in vain.
These are more enlightened days.
No time for all your savage ways.
Oh, won't you let me be?
Love, love, love is a killing thing.
Oh, wait.
She was the weeping tree that rose in Newcastle warm.
And I would be the pouring rain upon your leaves unfold.
Because in your warm and gentle arms
I rest on the spot.
I rest on the spot.
The sun moon is shining.
You will be the yep.
Weeping you.
You will be the weeping tree.
Oh, won't you let me be?
Some said weeping was...

Bread, bread, bread is my bread.







Go dig my grave long wide and deep up above
Put a pure white dove
A marble stone, a head and feet
Let the world know we die for love
There are some who bear sin in love
And are driven to death
All but to die, die for love
I love you

My love was born in pain
These are more enlightened days
No time for all your savage ways
Oh, won't you let me be?
Love, love, love is a game and a thing
Love, love, love is a game and a thing
Love is a game and a thing