(Open Up Your) Filthy Heart (To Me)
high above through veils of cloud
I look on you again
you're beautiful
as always in this light
about you shame
and ignorance
are clinging like a shroud
but I can't wait
to be with you tonight
no angels walk
beside you now
no heroes hold your hands
your heart was broken
but your mind's still free
and down below me you are waiting smiling like a ghost
come open up
your filthy heart to me
into your arms so long ago
in innocence and fear
I asked you for your dreams to make me wise
and like a priestess
like a whore
you took me by the hand
and showed me all your mysteries and lies
but everywhere I go there still are echoes of you now
your golden streets
that no one ever sees
and all I ask is one last time
before my time has passed
come open up
your filthy heart to me
mad dogs and millionaires
have breathed upon your eyes
their rituals are sordid and so bland
they whisper their banalaties
they fawn and patronise
how little your suitors
understand
they try to dress you up
like someone younger and more free
ridiculous
they try to make you seem
when what you are is perfect and
and need no more than this
come open up
your filthy heart to me
come open up
your filthy heart to me
I look on you again
you're beautiful
as always in this light
about you shame
and ignorance
are clinging like a shroud
but I can't wait
to be with you tonight
no angels walk
beside you now
no heroes hold your hands
your heart was broken
but your mind's still free
and down below me you are waiting smiling like a ghost
come open up
your filthy heart to me
into your arms so long ago
in innocence and fear
I asked you for your dreams to make me wise
and like a priestess
like a whore
you took me by the hand
and showed me all your mysteries and lies
but everywhere I go there still are echoes of you now
your golden streets
that no one ever sees
and all I ask is one last time
before my time has passed
come open up
your filthy heart to me
mad dogs and millionaires
have breathed upon your eyes
their rituals are sordid and so bland
they whisper their banalaties
they fawn and patronise
how little your suitors
understand
they try to dress you up
like someone younger and more free
ridiculous
they try to make you seem
when what you are is perfect and
and need no more than this
come open up
your filthy heart to me
come open up
your filthy heart to me
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Writer(s): Barry Andrews
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