Cry

My mood is much darker than fear
Its older than anger, its infant and primal
Its bubbly and grotesque
Its in between what I know

And so I ask

Why should I cry
Why cry

Lets go my no one love
Youre the one, the one
I always wanted to be now
And ever since the break of dawn

Youve been next to me
And my mood
Youre greedier than sex
But sexier than greed

And so I ask

Why should I cry
Why cry

And all the sailors they go down
To where the woman lies
And she is dreaming of another
Place in time a place in time where she can ask