The Church
The Theatre and Its Double
Baby I know there's people out there starving
Baby don't go, you got the wrong idea
Baby don't say there's people out there laughing
Baby that way it's gonna take me years
You're blowing hot and cold
I want you heart and soul
A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole
Some day I think that nothing outside matters
Some day you blink, you miss a thousand years
Some day I pray, falling dumbly to my bed
Some day you stay till the audience appears
You're blowing hot and cold
I want you heart and soul
A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole