Songtext:
One tenth of her I feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs Which of you, or does he touch them, or is he daft It's hard boys Alone and old, it's really like her, it wears her clothes, I might be, I might be But you're not me and you don't know I'm back in the mine Don't be afraid my love for you to die It stands its ground as i stand mine The ex-flesh of the temperature, I'm just as beautiful as your light allows





