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....