Eldritch Anisette
Pessimism Goes to Work
What I wouldn't give just to listen, my hands in your handsWhat I wouldn't just to imagine my face in your handsWhat I wouldn't give just to abandon myself to your hands But it never seems to work itself out like thatPessimism goes to workPessimism works itself (inside) Inside, when the weather is warm, I am shivering And all the poets painted lives to live inFor girls with blue eyes lifting curtains up to crowded rooms Some have it so easy I can't be like that, so sorryI can't be like that, so sorry that Seems it always wants to work itself out like thatPessimism goes to workPessimism pulls one over What I wouldn't give just to abandon myself to your hands.
From Letras Mania