What is boring is my soul I've never use to harm
What is cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind
I've never used to be a boy, I've never been shy
I've never used to kiss like we did last night

No, it's no good
I'm almost sure, it can't be good
Love is to share
And it's a lie I love to keep on my head
'cause if God is really fair, he'll forgive me
For the things we used to say and for the guilty sleep

Come, come, come
Come, come, come
Yeah, come, come, come
Come, come, come
Yeah, come, come, come
Read myself in your late eyes
Yeah, come, come, come
Read myself in your late eyes
Yeah, come, come, come