what is boring is my soul that I never use to harm
and what's cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind
I never used to be a boy and I've never been shy
and I never used to kiss like we did last night

no, it's no good, I'm almost sure, I can't be good
love's to share and it's a lie I love to keep on my
head
cause if God is really fair, he will forgive me
for the things we used to say and for the guilty
sleep

come, come, come...
read myself in your late eyes.