Gene

While chimneys seep
My room is dark
The wardrobe sees you sleep
There´s nothing here
But rumbles from our street
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