Текст песни Stop - Wendy McNeill

Stop

Won’t you come over?
We’ll have a cup of tea
and you can tell me all the things
that you seem to believe
and perhaps pass one or two
onto me
You say for every horror
there’s a million acts of kindness
but I’m haunted by an image
and now I’m racked with doubt and shyness
Oh… please…stop
You are an ocean
you tempt and nourish me
with all of the things that make me want to live
mud-lusciously
The feeling lingers or is this a dream?
Philosophy if a forest
more tangled up with time
Your company — a bolt — a blaze
that burns the deadwood to the ground
Oh… please…stop
Won’t you come over… won’t you come over… won’t you