Pink Industry
What I Wouldn't Give
Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence hereThere's my Smiths tapes you never wanted to hearThrow them away, Morrisey in a binIf It would bring you back againThere's my perfumed garden that scares you to deathLive it burried at the end of the bedI'd compromise if it meant having some of your timeYou mean love does not last foreverBut we doubt it all the timeWhen you're in love you've got to believe it's for the rest of your lifeI've got a pain insideIt cuts like a knife,cuts like a knifeOh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence hereOh, I wouldn't bring your dinner at eightFor a domestic life this the wrong placeBut I would touch so sweet,if you dareFeel the power of the earth and the airOh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence here
From Letras Mania