The Face Of Death — текст песни (Soft Boys)

The face of death is my best friend
He lurks behind my favourite vent
And though we meet we never speak
I`ve got a feeling he`s unique
He looks so crushed but he`s alright
He eat his food
He sleeps at night
His leather jacket`s quite like mine
I`m we two would get on fine
But some someday I`ll make him mine
I`ll wear your face
I`ll come to tea
My place or yours
And then you`ll see
It`s like walking through a mirror
He tried to hard
It never came to anything
They burn his name
They threw him out
Cause he was wrong
And left him trapped inside this song