"I can smell the fuchsia!"
Kirsty Young on 'kirsty young will heal this world'
lyrics
fragile little men, leave your skull shells
meet me on the beach, in your birthday suits
your women have already gone in confidence
they stripped you of your trunks
and burnt your armbands
oh fragile men
empty little shells lost in silence
torches on the sand send them messages
lulling them into a state of solitude
teaching them to stay inside their little minds
their little minds
bitter taste of iron stains my little tongue
to allay my pain i dream of kirsty young
she can solve my problems like a mathlete mind
i will fly with kirsty 'til i leave this world behind
kirsty young lets be gone now
this plain of existence it's too painful for us
with your knowledge of the complex art world
we can find a sculpture we can live on
somewhere close
somewhere intimate
kirsty young
kirsty young
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