Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence here
There's my Smiths tapes you never wanted to hear
Throw them away, Morrisey in a bin
If It would bring you back again
There's my perfumed garden that scares you to death
Live it burried at the end of the bed
I'd compromise if it meant having some of your time
You mean love does not last forever
But we doubt it all the time
When you're in love you've got to believe it's for the rest of your life
I've got a pain inside
It cuts like a knife, cuts like a knife
Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence here
Oh, I wouldn't bring your dinner at eight
For a domestic life this the wrong place
But I would touch so sweet,if you dare
Feel the power of the earth and the air
Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel your presence here
