| Lyrics: | Artist: Machines of Loving Grace
Album: Concentration
Title: Lilith/Eve
I'm
talking darkest night,
A shoddy simulation of paradise,
In leopard tights.
I've this
sinking fascination with the neon light,
And inside, inside, it's war all the
time
With the budding blonde hookers and their decadent art;
Desire's a violent
jackhammer of the heart.
When the world descends into a helter skelter,
And the girls
crawl in for shelter.
Lilith/Eve,
I'm looking for something.
Come together over
me.
And I don't know what I want,
A wife or a lover?
I'm looking for something in
between.
I'm talking blood on grass,
An overwrought suburbanite heart
attack,
And paint it all black.
Because the end is accelerating back to the
beginning,
And everybody's falling in line.
With the balding blind hustlers in their
heroin hovels,
Giving dollar sucks inside continentals.
With the radio blaring out helter
skelter,
And the creatures crawl in for shelter.
Lilith/Eve,
I'm looking for
something.
Come together over me.
And I don't know what I want,
A wife or a
lover?
I'm looking for something in between. (In between)
(In between) |
