Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to Heaven
Songwriters: Boris Bransby-Williams, Simon Gallup, Roger O'Donnell, Robert Smith, Porl Thompson, Laurence Tolhurst
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And run in thickening streams of greed
Always is, always is
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
The holding up on bended knees
And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep
To just let go my party piece
Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
How the end always is
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
When we both of us knew how the end always is
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
The shameless kiss of vanity
Screaming me over and over and over
I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
The aching kiss before I feed
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
I knew I would leave you with babies and everything
As bit by bit it starts the need
Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye
Making it up behind my back again
Publisher: FICTION SONGS LIMITED
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew how the ending would be
Than ever feel whole again
The soft and the black and the velvety
How the end always is
Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
How the end always is
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
Over and over and over
So it's all come back round to breaking apart again
And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces
Up tight against the side of me
How the end always is
Holding it up behind my head again
Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof
But I never said I would stay to the end
How the end always is
The addiction of duplicities
I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd
Round and round and round and it's coming apart again
I never said I would stay to the end
And the three cheers from everyone
Screaming me over and over and over
To just let go my party piece
As bit by bit it starts the need