pain Sit down, let me explain... Why my bruises stay My child I know you never meant to... These scars just won't fade away And I'm sure you never knew
cool, overstating my case? Well, baby what can I say? You know I never claimed that I was a stone. And you love a stone. You love white veins, you
tender years Don't say you see Cos you'd forgotten what it's like to be And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree Christ's advice ain't never as
end of the age of illusion... So they say. Aah... The destruction, the woe we wrenched down upon them and their unsuspecting kings and queens... Mighty
tender years Don't say you see Cos you'd forgotten what it's like to be And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree Christ's advice ain't never as it