Gene Loves Jezebel

Wraps and Arms

Gene Loves Jezebel


This is a funeral for us all, emptiness 
There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness 
To clutch at the hands that feed 
Ooooh - let it bleed 

Yes, she kills with words 
Her looks alone won't sway 
Gives no love it's imaginary 
Always this way 

Onward with the same mistakes 
Savor the pain 
Hold me again, I won't delude you 
Am I wrong - am I wrong 
to say that I belong to you? 

Clutching at the hands that plead
Let it be 
Concealed in wraps 
The odors appeal to me 

To touch, rejoice 
This is ecstacy 
Hold me again
I won't delude you 
Am I wrong, am I wrong 
To say that I belong to you 
To you 

This is a funeral for broken down loneliness 
This is a funeral for us all this is emptiness 
This is emptiness, emptiness
This is emptiness 
This is the funeral