Theresa Green

Can't get out of bed

There's a whirring in my head

And my skills have disappeared

There's an aching in my limbs

Don't know where it quite begins

But the truth is what I feel

Here she comes

Dancing through my mind

Leading me, the blind, to see

That there's another point of view

You can hear it pushing through

Just try and see

That I wish that I could press rewind

To a different time

'Cause I had to learn to push a feeling of joy way beyond me

[unknown]

Trees are green

Can't find her anywhere

The Berlin spy machine

[unknown]

Wait a while for something to happen

For no reason

My lover from afar

I'm praying five in the morning

And I wish that I'd have payed the price

To a different way of life

Where I [unknown]

I lay down, before you

When you haven't got a lot, all that you got is a lot

Tender in the garden, with the culture of bruises

Now I pull my skin off

Bring it as a gift to you

And even though it's cold outside, you'll be wrapped up in me

Being raptured in me

Being captured by me

I wish I was