Lyrics
And in the white building, ohh-oh
I waste my love, ohh-oh
Watching the world return, ohh-oh
To what I knew it was
Drawn to the sight of moving bones close to the claws
Lay down your wild hands, you are not in love,
Out on the streets I see, ohh-oh
strange animals, ohh-oh
Where are they off to?, ohh-oh
Perhaps to see you?
Drawn to the sight; of moving bones close to the claws,
Lay down your wild hands you are not in love,
Despite the photograph, you are not in love,
Lay down your wild hands you are not in love,
Animals, drift in the fog
Animals, drift in the fog
Lay down your wild hands you are not in love,
Lay down your wild hands you are not in love, ohh-oh
