Songtexte:
Kate Bush Director S Cut

with apples For I am sick of love His left hand is under my head And his right hand Doth embrace me" This is the Song of Solomon Here's a woman singing

As the people here grow colder I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a

up all night Talking about it Just being alive It can really hurt And these moments given Are a gift from time On a balcony in New York It's just started

And you huh? You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your

I look at you and see My life that might have been: Your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking me home