But you're glad he
And look at your goals
The spirit of life fires me now
And you died sometimes
Futile in love
Standing at his feet
Standing he flailed
And you died, did I see dark lines?
When your face gives right in to him
Little, you may need
But you're glad he cares
Futile in love
And you know how sometimes
So, whether have you got
Futile is this fever
The spirit of life fires me now
You've chosen your life for your man, yea
You've chosen your life for your man, yea
When your face [incomprehensible]
Futile is this fever
For him, for yourself
The spirit of life fires me now
