Words. 
(Words, words.) 
Nothing but words. 
(Words, words.) 
Will they still hurt, 
(Hurt, hurt.) 
when you have cut your ears off? 
Wait. 
(Wait, wait.) 
Waiting for love long gone, writing a black love song. 
For the broken hearted. 
Losing myself, in pity for myself. 
Losing myself, In pity for my: 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Words. 
(Words, words.) 
Nothing but words. 
(Words, words.) 
Will they still hurt, 
(Hurt, hurt.) 
when you have cut your ears off? 
Wait. 
(Wait, wait.) 
Waiting for love long gone, writing a black love song. 
For the broken hearted. 
Losing myself, in pity for myself. 
Losing myself, In pity for my: 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, still waiting for love long gone, 
oooh. 
Black love song, still waiting for love long gone, 
oooh. 
Black love song, still waiting for love long gone, 
oooh. 
Black love song, still waiting for love lone gone. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
Black love song, the death of all tomorrows. 
In, in pity for myself. 
(Black love song.) 
(Still waiting for love long gone) 
In pity for myself. 
(Black love song.) 
(Still waiting for, still waiting for love long gone.) 
In pity for myself. 
(Still waiting for, still waiting for.)