While chimneys seep
my room is dark, the wardrobe sees you sleep
there´s nothing here that rumbles from our street
and I´m left wanting more...
I´ve tried to ask
while sleeping 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
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 your arms and tend you like a vine
still 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 left wanting more...
All great loves of
are cast asunder because here comes my thunder
just for tonight, no need to buy