think it must be the rock apocalypse...
or the air that we breathe...
or maybe not, maybe it's the birds and the bees!
chorus:
at the end of a working day, it's your love i need
foolish that i'd show it no way but as i do in deed
the truth is when you come close -
only you know how to work me
only you know how to hurt me
not so long ago i bore witness to the revolution of my body against my mind - as a war it were
nor did i suspect that that that i would find would make our love absurd
chorus
may i be so bold as to make you understand that i'm embarrassed by the things i sometimes say?
when you're free you can bet you'll be lonely, not as the arm as a member of the man, i say!
or the air that we breathe...
or maybe not, maybe it's the birds and the bees!
chorus:
at the end of a working day, it's your love i need
foolish that i'd show it no way but as i do in deed
the truth is when you come close -
only you know how to work me
only you know how to hurt me
not so long ago i bore witness to the revolution of my body against my mind - as a war it were
nor did i suspect that that that i would find would make our love absurd
chorus
may i be so bold as to make you understand that i'm embarrassed by the things i sometimes say?
when you're free you can bet you'll be lonely, not as the arm as a member of the man, i say!