Il Adore - Boy George

Mother clutches the head

of her dying son

Anger and tears

So many things to feel

Sensitive boy

Good with his hands

No one mentions the unmentionable

But everyone understands

Here in this cold white room

Tied up to these machines

It’s hard to imagine him

as he used to be

Laughing, screaming

tumbling queen

Like the most amazing light show

you’ve ever seen

Whirling, swirling

never blue

How could you go and die

what a lonely thing to do

Silence equals death

this is what they say

But the anger and the tears

Cannot take the pain away

How far must it go

How near must it be

Before it touches you

Before it touches me

Here in this cold white room

Tied up to these machines

It’s hard to imagine life

as it used to be

Laughing, screaming

tumbling queen

Like the most amazing light show

you’ve ever seen

Whirling, swirling

never blue

How could you go and die

what a selfish thing to do

Did you ever ask those strangers

what they’re searching for

Did they laugh and tell you they’re not really sure

You were hurt by love

But still you came right back for more

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