歌词
I can never say your name
I can't play your little games
I'm too busy, cleaning up the toys
All their cotton cobwebs drop,
I've been seeing, but not the top
Fill me with dread, fill me with dread
And the morning always comes
You retreat into your little home
Boys will be boys, boys will be boys
I'll touch them with my eyes
But I can't see their inner lies
Please take me there, please take me there
Blood is almost as sweet
As the daydreams I might dream
Cold like metal, steaming like coal
It seems I'm foaming at the mouth
Am I insane or just a man?
I can't tell, they're both the same
Without a name
Whenever you play with me
You make me see things I don't see
They're all red, they're all red
Flourish and sprout as spring comes
I'll be waiting be the tree stump
That used to be a flower, and you, a bee