Lying in her own asylum
Love has her in an endless coma
Tear marked pillows
Broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Wet and strewn
She lies sedated
Wrenched with arms and legs akimbo
Locked up in her own asylum
Locked up in love's endless limbo
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
Locked up in her own asylum
Feeling so ashamed and crazy
Lets the other inmates touch her
Touch intimate places on her
Love has her in a sea of vitriol
Tear marked pillows
Broken china
Things they say that love is made of
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
Swollen tongued and swimming eyes
Smiles but never ever smiles
Can't sleep at night for endless wailing
Weeping, wailing, howling
Love's shuddering howl
Love's shuddering howl
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
If she can hoodwink the doctor
She'll get out for good behaviour
She'll get out for good
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
Skin and bone
Hot and cold
Brazen brave
Brain and brawn
Push 'n' shove
Slick 'n' slow
Broken home
Love and you
You and me
Soft and sound
Smile and cry
Touch and go
Sad and slow
Break and bold
Wild and wound
Sleep and sound
Have and hold
Have and hold
Have and hold
Try hard to make the world look bright today
Try hard to make my nightmares go away
Try hard to keep the fear away
The cold of day, try hard
Try hard to play the games the world would like you to play
But people, they don't really listen
Their smiles are the keys to the prison
I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly
They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny
Try hard to make my anger go away
Try hard to make my money last the day (no way)
Try hard to keep away the pain
Stop the rain, try hard
Try hard to fly a thousand miles away
But people, they don't really listen
Their smiles are the keys to the prison
I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly
They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny
My smoky lover . . . will close my eyes forever
Stories of Johnny
You make a fire
Here in my heart
Your kisses burn me
Sending sparks
Auras fade
Charisma pales
Your kisses burn
They scorch my soul
And world without end
Through tempest and storm
Your kisses my fire
Your love keeps me warm
When your kisses burn
Why are my lips like ice?
I'll make a fire
There in your heart
Made not of love
But only hate
And for the fuel
Will be your soul
An inferno
To consume you whole
And world without end
Through tempest and storm
My soul be your fire
To keep my heart warm
With my touch
I'll freeze your heart
Your kisses burn
The tides will turn
You brand your promise
On my tongue
I'll kill you
With this final fire
And lead you to
Your funeral pyre
And world without end
Through tempest and storm
My soul be your fire
To keep your/my heart warm
I will take your very soul
Your kisses my fire
Your love keeps me warm
Your kisses my fire
Your love keeps me warm
I will take your very soul