The Figurehead (studio demo)

The Cure



The Figurehead (Studio Demo)


作词：Simon Gallup, Robert Smith, Laurence Tolhurst

Sharp and open, leave me alone
I'm sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting in the cold light

A noise, a scream tears my clothes and the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

A hundred other worlds blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I'll think about you tomorrow

Let me sleep as I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing, you mean nothing

I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time, you lose me in the dark
Do it right, run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow



Crimson pain, my heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen for a short while

I can never say no to anyone but you

Too many secrets, too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets, please make it good tonight

But the same image haunts me in sequence
Despair of time

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face

I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again