The Garret

The Garret - The Pains of Being Pure At Heart

Written by：Kip Berman

The light of our lives burns down

Waiting for hours and hours

Our hunger is just a hum

Another distraction another distraction

But in your arms

I feel lost and torn

Call to a silent room

The answer comes so crystal

It's not like you need to learn

We're tied to each other tied to each other

In your arms

I feel lost and torn

In your arms

I feel a stranger faith

Forget the countless ways

I am so alien a prisoner in skin

Our bodies break like glass

And shatter all our fears

I want to know you then

When heaven disappears

Heaven disappears

Tears in your heart remain oh oh oh oh

And nothing I do could ever undo

But I want to stay halfway the same

All I fear drifting me on it

In your arms

I feel lost and torn

In your arms

I feel a stranger faith

Forget the countless ways

I am so alien a prisoner in skin

Our bodies break like glass

The touch is what I need

You take my youth away

And leave me with no need and leave me with no need

Leave me with no need

When I leave you I can't leave you

Part of me remains

In the garret above it was never enough never enough

When I leave you I can't leave you

Part of me remains

In the garret above it was never enough never enough