Оригинален текст
Take my cold and heat it up
With the welcome in your veins
You're immune to common traps
That pass disguised in them
You gather together all the scattered pieces
The thing I most like
You make me a ghost child
Nuns look after babies
Blind sell luck to ladies
In the playground for the strays
You awake's our make believe
Hauling history in a sack full of slim dark faces
Buried by neighbours for ideas
The thing I most like
You make me a ghost child
Nuns look after babies
Blind sell luck to ladies
The thing I most like
(You make me a ghost child)
You make me a ghost child
(Harpoon)
Nuns look after babies
(You make me a ghost child)
Blind sell luck to ladies
(Harpoon)