Sensitive boy, good with his hands
How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do?
Silence equals death, this is what they say
Il adore, Il adore, Il adore
But the anger and the tears do not take the pain away
Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen
Did you ever ask those strangers what they're looking for?
It's hard to imagine life as it used to be
Whirling, swirling, never blue
How far must it go? How near must it be?
Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen
You were hurt by love but still you came right back for more
Tied up to these machines
How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do?
Here in this cold white room
Here in this cold white room
Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen
It's hard to imagine him as he used to be
Tied up to these machines
Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen
Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure?
Before it touches you, before it touches me
Whirling, swirling, never blue
No one mentions the unmentionable, but everybody understands
