Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings - Johnny Parry/Ben Milway/David Lynch/Donna Loomans

Great crowds of sorrow

Barly seen beneath the wheat

The citys falls apon you

And open beneath your feet

So hide just hide in my tower

I'll feed you and beat you to a pulp

Lock up your lovers in the ocean

With your demon spawn a tomb stone and a rose

Hurl your bones to the dogs with glee

And open your sinful little mouth

Whisper sweet nothings to the chapel gates

Question nothing and forget all you've learnt

So drive just drive to the place you met

And carve yourself into the Mother's arms

Your beloved with return any moment now

Just keep waiting and waiting till the end