And what will make you come back?
What is it here that you find you lack?
Need you books, or clothes, or magazines?
Coats and bags and pretty things?
Music and shows and promise rings?
Need you faces, places and atmosphere?
or will you leave me trapped in here?
What is it love, you're looking for?
What's missing here and leaves you craving more?
Is it hair, eyes or longest legs?
Tongue and lips or wanting beds?
Glamour, fashion, something more?
what is it that you're looking for?
No sea, no church, no foreign speech,
but rasping lung and gritted teeth
And leaving, love, you forget me here
With working lung and heart's despair,
And leaving, love, you forsake me here
With rasping lung and heart's despair.