Come Hither - Live

Come hither she looked
Then the hurt was gone
When you're not all there
You're still from the south of somewhere

There's so much time lost
And so little left
This ability, prone
To hearts made of stone

You fathered your sister
And then you missed her, mister

While the roads are sleepy
And the senses honed
Devoid of feeling
A wayward hail of tone

When the world is empty
And the lanterns fail
From waves of sin
That's how the light gets in

Even Nero played his violin
While Rome was burning from within

I'm trying to keep her
I'm trying to keep her



Credits
Writer(s): Kcm Bijnen
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