Oh baby, you're too pure,
you're too pure for this wicked world.
Your data's uncorrupted,
but does something skip inside you?
That's what takes up time in your life.
Add the sum of the slights and
sooner or later,
love comes inside you, gets behind you,
takes you under it's wing.
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of what you've always been?
Sense memory, that's so passé.
Is that what passes for vision these days?
I engineer no strangeness,
I don't have that modern streak.
What fills up this space in your life?
Does the sum of the slights hurt?
Sooner or later,
love comes inside you, gets behind you,
takes you under it's wing.
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of what you've always been?
I said time can't hurt you.
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world.
You can do it yourself, but make your ends known to your
means and your lovers.
Drop your guard, get over yourself.
Kick your shoes to the floor and
run from your cover,
run to the other side of your head
and I'll stand right by you.
Love comes inside you, gets behind you,
takes you under it's wing.
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of what you've always been?
I said love, love comes inside you,
gets behind you, takes you under it's wing.
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of what you've always been?
I said time can't hurt you.
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world.
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world.
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world.