Do The Numbers

Bless the precious sensitive soul

who looks around and sees a miserable world

and suffers

Pretty baby how you suffer

Compassion separates us from the beasts

who crawl on bellies or walk on feet

You're a lover

Pretty baby you're a lover To feel so bad is to add

another misery upon the misery

Okay to cry but don't bleed

that's not what they need

Aie Yaille

Do the numbers and grow up ...

Giving love should be enough

So I love the one all dressed in black

one who gave her heart but not a thing came back

She got a black box

She keeps her heart in a black box

She became one of the ones

who turned her into what she's become

She got a black box

She keeps her heart in a black box

I have failed, bastards prevailed

I gave my heart but only part of it came back

The balance is wrong

I can't hang on

Aie Yaille

Do the numbers and grow up ...

When giving love is not enough

Aie Yaille

You'll always be a part of me