The Mission UK - Who Will Love Me Tomorrow? lyrics

She brings me colours, white wine and roses And then we paint our faces and pwder our noses She gives me her halo and I hang it next to mine Reads to me Mishima like a honeymoon valentine She's an architect of pleasure and she fashions me a fountain She leads me through the clouds to the peak of the highest mountain We dare the heavens on a chariot that we borrow Tonight she is my cradle, but Who will love me tomorrow? Cold turkey Cindy pulls the mirrors from the wall Walks barefoot on the broken gla** and stumbles in from the hall She's shooting paper tigers with the needle that she's borrowed Tonight she is my pillow, so Who will love me tomorrow? Must I sing so low to get so high? I can't purge myself of demons and I don't know the reason why My heart feels like a battlefield and all my soldiers lie slain I'll never be clean, I'll never be pure again She greets me like a siren and all her lights are flashing She invites me to her dungeon with the promise of a lashing And with a smile like a sunrise playing on her lips She shows me her collections of bu*terflies, scars, and whips With fingernails like claws she leaves keepsake souvenirs Like trenches on my back she bathes in saccharine scented tears I feel just like an actor in a play called "Dear Friend Sorrow" Tonight she is my refuge, but Who will love me tomorrow?