Cry

My mood is much darker than fear

It’s older than anger, it’s infant and primal

It’s bubbly and grotesque

It’s in between what I know

And so I ask

Why should I cry

Why cry

Let’s go my no one love

You’re the one, the one

I always wanted to be now

And ever since the break of dawn

You’ve been next to me

And my mood

You’re greedier than sex

But sexier than greed

And so I ask

Why should I cry

Why cry

And all the sailors they go down

To where the woman lies

And she is dreaming of another

Place in time a place in time where she can ask