The Present

She seems a little lost, with Nazi golden locks She is drawn to my dirt, whenever I'm hurt And need to be cured This city never stops We never do what we should But when her laugh stops We never do what we should When our stops, that's what I really love All I wanted was to give you something That I thought you needed We'll get through the night and survive for a while She cuts through my frost With Nazi golden locks I am drawn to the girl who seems to be hurt But wants to be loved Our heads never stop We never do what we should But when her laugh stops Guess what I really love To start again from the top All I wanted was to give you something That I thought you needed We'll get through the night and survive for a while