Screaming (For Emmalene) - Gene Loves Jezebel

Your God may come to touch you

If He needs you around

He may call the undertaker

To put you underground

He come to you tormented

Eased to the brink

A lover leaves you early

A lover will not rise…

You’ve got to come, you’ve got to come

You’ve got to come, you’ve got to come

Simmering in silence, seeking refrain

It’s burning, speak to me, speak to me again

You lie awake tormented

Eased to the brink

A lover has left you early

A lover will not rise…

You’ve got to come, you’ve got to come

You’ve got to come, you’ve got to come

Come, come, come, come, come

Never wanting, seeking

Never wanting, Never hoping

Never asking, strain

Never holding, Never preaching

Never loving, Never hating

Never wanting, Never reaching

Never screaming, Never hurting

Never wanting, Never dreaming

Never touching, Never moving

No, no, no, no, no