Song | Infected |
Artist | The The |
Album | London Town 1983-1993 |
I've got too much energy to switch off my mind, | |
But not enough to get myself organized. | |
My heart is heavy--my head is confused, | |
And my aching little soul--has started burning blue! | |
Chorus | |
I can't give you up, till i've got more than enough. | |
So infect me with your love-- | |
Nurse me into sickness. nurse me back to health. | |
Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world. | |
When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy, | |
And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed. | |
Chorus | |
Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier. | |
Run your fingers through my hair, | |
And tell me what i wanna hear-- | |
Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth | |
From my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb. | |
Chorus | |
Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health | |
And tell me what it is that i want in this world!! |
I' ve got too much energy to switch off my mind, | |
But not enough to get myself organized. | |
My heart is heavymy head is confused, | |
And my aching little soulhas started burning blue! | |
Chorus | |
I can' t give you up, till i' ve got more than enough. | |
So infect me with your love | |
Nurse me into sickness. nurse me back to health. | |
Endow me with the giftsof the man made world. | |
When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy, | |
And guilt a necessity that' s gotta be destroyed. | |
Chorus | |
Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier. | |
Run your fingers through my hair, | |
And tell me what i wanna hear | |
Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth | |
From my scrotum to your womb, your cradle to my tomb. | |
Chorus | |
Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health | |
And tell me what it is that i want in this world!! |