Theresa Green

Can't get out of bed
 There's a whirring in my head
 And my skills have disappeared
 There's an aching in my limbs
 Don't know where it quite begins
 But the truth is what I feel
 Here she comes
 Dancing through my mind
 Leading me, the blind, to see
 That there's another point of view
 You can hear it pushing through
 Just try and see
 That I wish that I could press rewind
 To a different time
 'Cause I had to learn to push a feeling of joy way beyond me
 [unknown]
 Trees are green
 Can't find her anywhere
 The Berlin spy machine
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 Wait a while for something to happen
 For no reason
 My lover from afar
 I'm praying five in the morning
 And I wish that I'd have payed the price
 To a different way of life
 Where I [unknown]
 I lay down, before you
 When you haven't got a lot, all that you got is a lot
 Tender in the garden, with the culture of bruises
 Now I pull my skin off
 Bring it as a gift to you
 And even though it's cold outside, you'll be wrapped up in me
 Being raptured in me
 Being captured by me
 I wish I was