Mother clutches the head of her dying son
Anger and tears, so many things to feel
Sensitive boy, good with his hands
Noone mentions the unmentionable, but everybody
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 do not 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 lonely thing to do
Did you ever ask those strangers what they're looking
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
