Siouxsie & The Banshees Sick Child
And I know I never knew you your mind your pain I will melt your winter tears If you say you will if you could say you will Convalescing bruised I set my mind awake dare to take another look If you say you will if you could say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon losing track of word & metre Still shaking in this tear room like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled like a sick child Melancholia colliding out of mind in a silver swirl I take a lungful in Blow a fistful out if you could say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon losing track of word & metre Make your final touch people talk too much madman screams an unknown language Still shaking in the tear room like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled like a sick child
