Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (part Ii: Lover) Lyrics - Barnabas

Another lonely night 

Surrounded by breathing 

I called him dynamite (liar) 

Shot and sleeping, he believes me 

You boys are all talk 

Sexually nowhere 

Alone, in the dark 

Nice try, but the spark isn't there 

These men are a virus 

They come, and go 

Take their fill and sneak away 

I'm a needle in a negligee 

Come to me, lover 

When I hit the streets 

The mongrels are seething 

Tourists love the city at night 

Me, I see demons breeding 

"Hey pop, over here 

I've got something for you" 

(Poor slob, smelling of beer 

Nice suit, for an old buffoon) 

I don't need this shrink to fit life 

I need somebody to help me 

Can anyone set me free? 

Come to me, lover 

Another lonely life 

Surrounded by choices 

Choices made outside of light 

Controlled by hidden voices 

Sometimes we're all talk 

Spiritually nowhere 

In our hearts, the key to new life 

Sometimes, afraid to show it 

Lives so tragic; they come and go 

Crossing our paths every day 

So easy to turn them away 

Yet we are called as lovers