Marc Almond The Flesh Is Willing
Lying in her own asylum Love has her in an endless coma Tear marked pillows Broken china Things they say that love is made of Wet and strewn She lies sedated Wrenched with arms and legs akimbo Locked up in her own asylum Locked up in love's endless limbo The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak Locked up in her own asylum Feeling so ashamed and crazy Lets the other inmates touch her Touch intimate places on her Love has her in a sea of vitriol Tear marked pillows Broken china Things they say that love is made of The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak Swollen tongued and swimming eyes Smiles but never ever smiles Can't sleep at night for endless wailing Weeping, wailing, howling Love's shuddering howl Love's shuddering howl The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak If she can hoodwink the doctor She'll get out for good behaviour She'll get out for good Locked up in her own asylum Love has her on her knees Locked up in her own asylum Love has her on her knees The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak Skin and bone Hot and cold Brazen brave Brain and brawn Push 'n' shove Slick 'n' slow Broken home Love and you You and me Soft and sound Smile and cry Touch and go Sad and slow Break and bold Wild and wound Sleep and sound Have and hold Have and hold Have and hold
