Song | Seekers Who Are Lovers - BBC Session - Mark Radcliffe, 12 March 1996 |
Artist | Cocteau Twins |
Album | BBC Sessions |
Brush by gracefully | |
A love as big as a risk | |
Fills you up | |
And you can抰 look on | |
The breath of god in my mouth | |
A love you can taste | |
God get some paste | |
He and I, breath to breath | |
Clothed in saliva | |
Healing thru your arm | |
I cant stop hungering for otherness. | |
I forgot the use | |
My head fall out the sky | |
And crashed into my palms | |
Jesus God valentine | |
Love | |
On the tip of it | |
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents | |
So sweet | |
You are a woman just as you are a man | |
Creeping on the Gas | |
Is a magic love, like, | |
Like a Flights, clouded peak | |
I was choking on the blood | |
Whose camouflages, lack of soul | |
Whose misty fire, muses soul | |
Kneeling by the harm | |
Which is promising the way | |
His poor essence, under the truth | |
love and heart polish itself | |
I slid my heels but slowly ran | |
So send Lucifer into hell |
Brush by gracefully | |
A love as big as a risk | |
Fills you up | |
And you can yāng look on | |
The breath of god in my mouth | |
A love you can taste | |
God get some paste | |
He and I, breath to breath | |
Clothed in saliva | |
Healing thru your arm | |
I cant stop hungering for otherness. | |
I forgot the use | |
My head fall out the sky | |
And crashed into my palms | |
Jesus God valentine | |
Love | |
On the tip of it | |
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents | |
So sweet | |
You are a woman just as you are a man | |
Creeping on the Gas | |
Is a magic love, like, | |
Like a Flights, clouded peak | |
I was choking on the blood | |
Whose camouflages, lack of soul | |
Whose misty fire, muses soul | |
Kneeling by the harm | |
Which is promising the way | |
His poor essence, under the truth | |
love and heart polish itself | |
I slid my heels but slowly ran | |
So send Lucifer into hell |