Marc Almond & Michael Cashmore - The Thief And The Night | Текст песни

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• Marc Almond & Michael Cashmore
• The Thief And The Night

You dip your naked fingers
Into my foggy eyes
My eyelashes like storm clouds
Blown across sea-blue skies
My patience like a medal
Tacked to my chest
A gold sun pinned
Onto a black vest

I'd like to hurt you out of love
Break you open like a vault
It's not my fault I'm this way
Sometimes you pick my pockets
Watched by an eagle on it's claws
Into a cave black as night

My fingers break into leaf
All that green disorder
On a quick-fingered thief
A criminal queer
The dawn's clear red light
Finds us out as thieves
Shot through by starlight
And pissing on our graves

My feet wrapped in wooden socks
I cross the forest floor
Poor as a vagrant
A thief at your door
An angel on a wounded horse
Rides by at noon
While I keep on begging
Broken alone

I dream of you crushing
My finger with your boos
When two thieves join hands
It's like an old tree's roots
An angel on a wounded horse
Rides by at noon
While I keep on begging
Broken down alone