An address to the golden door. I was strumming on a stone again. Pulling from the pimps of gore. When hatched a tragic opera in my mind. . And it told of a new design.
I wish we could. I wish we could. I wish we, I wish we. . You know it's so unfair. This life sometimes. When it never lets me fulfill. The deepest desire I have inside.
So you say you wanna be my baby. So you say you wanna be my baby. . You should know that. We've been this road before. You've been asking me so anxiously.