White Town - The Function Of The Orgasm текст песни

It's half past eight, and I'm waiting
In a beautiful place
Anticipating everything we'll do
And all we'll say.
Till your father sees you again
Now I don't know just what you're doing
Is it me or him
That you're screwing?
But I don't care and you don't care
When you're here

Now the storm is here
I see you running
Your face full of tears.
So red and burning
And I can't work out
How you spend
Another day with him

Just say the word
You know I'll do it
I'm waiting for you
Just let me do it
And we can run away to another place.
Less full of fear.