Your Love It Lies

Gene

While chimneys seep
my room is dark
The wardrobe sees you sleep
There's nothing here
But rumbles from our streeet,
And I'm left wanting more

I've tried to ask, but
While stooping down
Your mouth began to gasp
"Oh, look at that,
I think I'd better pass"
So I'm left wanting more

Given time and a cheap dark room
And I will show you
All the love and wonder
You could buy

This town lies calm
The low sun climbs
And if you give me time
I'll take you in my arms
And tend you like a vine
But I'm left wanting more

Your love, it lies
Those hands deny the hatred in your eyes
So turn that down
And give me a reply
But I'm still left wanting more

All great loves of this world
Are cast asunder, because
Here comes my thunder
Just for one night
No need to buy