Lyrics: Beth Gibbons
Music: Beth Gibbons
The charms of illusion, they cut like a smile
Erosion of reason, a path pathed to buy
'Cause the dreams are for sale from afar
Smiling with white teeth, the taste of ammonia
The needle delusion, a choice made to fail
'Cause the dreams are for sale from afar
Just ask yourself how would you like life to be?
Just ask yourself would you choose love like me?
If we don't stop now
Will we go too far?
If we don't stop now
Will we go too far?
We believe if we stitch it and cook it and rich it
We'll all numb the pain that we need to fulfil it
But the dreams are for sale from afar
Don't pretend that you want
What you don't want to give
What you keep when you sow
When you know you don't want it
'Cause the dream's only for sale from afar
Just ask yourself how would you like life to be
Just ask yourself would you choose love like me
If we don't stop now
Will we go too far?
If we don't stop now
Will we go too far?