Boy George - Il Adore Lyrics
Mother clutches the head of her dying sonAnger and tears, so many things to feelSensitive boy, good with his handsNoone mentions the unmentionable, but everybody understandsHere in this cold white roomTied up to these machinesIts hard to imagine him as he used to beLaughing screaming tumbling queenLike the most amazing light show youve ever seenWhirling swirling never blueHow could you go and die, what a lonely thing to doSilence equals death, this is what they sayBut the anger and the tears do not take the pain awayHow far must it go, how near must it beBefore it touches you, before it touches meHere in this cold white roomTied up to these machinesIts hard to imagine life as it used to beLaughing screaming tumbling queenLike the most amazing light show youve ever seenWhirling swirling never blueHow could you go and die, what a lonely thing to doDid you ever ask those strangers what theyre looking for?Did they laugh and tell you theyre not really sure?You were hurt by love but still you came right back for moreIl adore, il adore, il adoreThanks mum
