Robert Smith Wishlist

We listened to the top for hours You walking the tightrope and I was the body in the bed Mirrored in your black eyes I saw the piggy dance You're a caterpillar fly away from me I listened to Faith for a long time The record needle scratched those songs deep down in me I was listening for the Holy Hour With my head sunk in The Funeral Party The slicked back hair and my despair Don't match up with the love affair You dreamed to have it drove you mad Just lugging round my body bag I play the songs like nothing's wrong And Robert Smith just sings along To everything that I have lived The hopelessness I left you with There are sick sides to every lie I say I play the head on the door when I start to love you again I can feel the fear when I celebrate with my friends In a dissonant harmony we can sing Without you The slicked back hair and my despair Don't match up with the love affair You dreamed to have it drove you mad Just lugging round my body bag I play the songs like nothing's wrong And Robert Smith just sings along To everything that I have lived The hopeless I left you with