George Michael - Tapes 'n Tapes

Up in the light

Holding the knife

So quickly

Out of the morn

Fighting for sun

So quickly

Dead in the night

In the dead of night

Biding you time away

In the light of the glow

All alone, All alone

It’s a box so cold

The box don’t know

You’ve balked at signs

And chalked the lines

And sold for fineness

Sold you kindness

For hounds

Dig the holes

In your hands

Wedded to lies

Of the favorite Child

In a manner to shun Your cot away

Now the bed of the swine

Has the room for all mine

In the city That drowns the life away

Me in the middle

Harbored from the dogs

On a random hideaway

In the madness of rome

With the body to show

It’s the box So cold

The box still knows

You’ve been up at times

You’ve been hiding times

I’ve been short at times

I’ve been shown your times

When you come

And your body’s

Away

Your holding

Your times

On the tame

And You Can’t

Understand

What we say

Wedded to lies

Of the favorite Child

In a manner to shun your cot away

Now teh bed of the swine

Has the room for all mine

In the city that drowns the life away

In the shadow of sores

We will march with the bores

To the drainage that marks the tidalwave