| Song | Il Adore |
| Artist | Boy George |
| Album | U Can Never B 2 Straight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : O`DOWD, GEORGE/THEMIS, JOHN | |
| Mother clutches the head | |
| of her dying son | |
| Anger and tears | |
| So many things to feel | |
| Sensitive boy | |
| Good with his hands | |
| No one mentions the unmentionable | |
| But everyone understands | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It's hard to imagine him | |
| as he used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you've ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a lonely thing to do | |
| Silence equals death | |
| this is what they say | |
| But the anger and the tears | |
| Cannot take the pain away | |
| How far must it go | |
| How near must it be | |
| Before it touches you | |
| Before it touches me | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It's hard to imagine life | |
| as it used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you've ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a selfish thing to do | |
| Did you ever ask those strangers | |
| what they're searching for | |
| Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure | |
| You were hurt by love | |
| But still you came right back for more | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore |
| zuo ci : O DOWD, GEORGE THEMIS, JOHN | |
| Mother clutches the head | |
| of her dying son | |
| Anger and tears | |
| So many things to feel | |
| Sensitive boy | |
| Good with his hands | |
| No one mentions the unmentionable | |
| But everyone understands | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It' s hard to imagine him | |
| as he used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you' ve ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a lonely thing to do | |
| Silence equals death | |
| this is what they say | |
| But the anger and the tears | |
| Cannot take the pain away | |
| How far must it go | |
| How near must it be | |
| Before it touches you | |
| Before it touches me | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It' s hard to imagine life | |
| as it used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you' ve ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a selfish thing to do | |
| Did you ever ask those strangers | |
| what they' re searching for | |
| Did they laugh and tell you they' re not really sure | |
| You were hurt by love | |
| But still you came right back for more | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore |
| zuò cí : O DOWD, GEORGE THEMIS, JOHN | |
| Mother clutches the head | |
| of her dying son | |
| Anger and tears | |
| So many things to feel | |
| Sensitive boy | |
| Good with his hands | |
| No one mentions the unmentionable | |
| But everyone understands | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It' s hard to imagine him | |
| as he used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you' ve ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a lonely thing to do | |
| Silence equals death | |
| this is what they say | |
| But the anger and the tears | |
| Cannot take the pain away | |
| How far must it go | |
| How near must it be | |
| Before it touches you | |
| Before it touches me | |
| Here in this cold white room | |
| Tied up to these machines | |
| It' s hard to imagine life | |
| as it used to be | |
| Laughing, screaming | |
| tumbling queen | |
| Like the most amazing light show | |
| you' ve ever seen | |
| Whirling, swirling | |
| never blue | |
| How could you go and die | |
| what a selfish thing to do | |
| Did you ever ask those strangers | |
| what they' re searching for | |
| Did they laugh and tell you they' re not really sure | |
| You were hurt by love | |
| But still you came right back for more | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore | |
| Il adore |