Prefab Sprout - Hallelujah Lyrics
There are all kinds of things I could ask you if I chooseBut I dont do I dear good intentions dont survive hereNo instead my requests tend to be dumb as hellMove in close, closer still, I hear the songs of georgie gershwinI swear at you cos I believe that sweet talk like candy rots teethNo hallelujahs, or gifted voicesTo sing your praises Id be walking on wheelsNo whoops or war crys or caramiasAll translations will read marry me nowWell I sing to express my belief that sweet talk like candy rots teethWith his hand on his heart, its a posing placeWhile draining the mystery from your faceHe admits all hes chasing is the chaseBut you wont let him runYou make him suffer for all hes gone doneHell still be hurting when the kingdom comesMove in close till you see, he only wants what he cant haveSo when he gets it hes good as badMove in close, closer still, I hear the songs of georgie gershwinOh hallelujah, how Im walking on wheels
