Lyric Sorrow (Boots of Pain)

Wind of sorrow, song of pain
Make tomorrow an easy thing
She s up on a hillside flogging the dead
Says I m not gonna go till it blackens my head
Bring on sorrow,
Have to borrow

Banish Color and the sane
Ignore the Sabbath and pray for rain
She s up in the evening playing a game
She don t want to know that it s nicely arranged
Bring on sorrow,
I will follow

Draw the curtains, prone on the floor
Like to kill with a kiss
"Quadrophenia" blasts down the walls
Of you and all other kids
So don t bring up sorrow to me
Don t dream up sorrow to see


Crown of sorrow, boots of pain
By tomorrow a fashion thing
I m up on my highhorse calling her names
I m not one of you, cause I don t wear your pain
She dreams up sorrow,
Still I follow

(Instrumental Break)




She dreams up sorrow,
A dream she swallows


Cool coffee lie on the floor
Ashes floating are grim
Gothic posters, heighten remorse
Asleep she just dreams of him
So don t bring up sorrow to me
Don t play with what you can t see
Don t dream of someone, not me
Or bring back someone to see
Don t leave it sorrow or me
Don t play with what you can t see
Bring out something in me
Don t bring up sorrow to see