Funeral For A Friend - To Die Like Mouchette

Kick, start your heart,
Just like an engine,
battered and over-used.
Are we really ready?
I don't think it's any use.

If you think it feels close to you,
hey angel, there's nothing left to loose.

Please, believe in what I have to say.
The symptoms that you have are so lost.
Your wires are crossed, are you leaving? Discarded on the floor,
we feel the pain, nestled in overtures.
If you're telling truths to me,
so sorry to let it go.

If you think it feels close to you,
hey angel, it's hardly a worn excuse.

Please, believe in what I have to say
The symptoms that you have are so lost.
Your wires are crossed, are you leaving?
Well, just leave and never analyse the way.
You didn't like the look of his eyes or of his smile,
you have to leave it and run away.

Please, believe in what I have to say
The symptoms that you have are so lost.
Your wires are crossed, are you leaving?
Well, just leave and never analyse the way.
You didn't like the look of his eyes or of his smile,
you have to leave it and run away.