LyricsYou Have Cum In Your Hair and…

Loyal torn from our heart It's now so soft underfoot We sleep more than we sleep If God could make me cry I would run along the water She won't come I'll be gone She won't come I'll be gone Play with it while you have hands A desperate lack of demands I can't offer a thing Better than dying, so take it Scrap the outfit And hand me the keys to your car If I leave before it is light I'll be around when you are She won't come I'll be gone She won't come I'll be gone