Mother clutches the head of her dying son

Anger and tears

So many things to feel

Sensitive boy good with his hands

No-one 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



Did you ever ask those strangers

What they're searching 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



I¹l adore

I¹l adore

I¹l adore



Thanks mum