Blue Bell Knoll Lyrics
Each is not my love, moan I for whatI make up hundreds so I know how to make loveThere, you can have my youth, I know I have lovedStarted to see him, 'till when I married himTo yearn admits you're outside to meGrow upI have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot moreAnd I have been so naiveAll move and try he knew notAnd your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelingsTo yearn admits you're outside to meGrow up(x2)
Cocteau Twins Blue Bell Knoll