Blue Bell Knoll - Cocteau Twins

Each is not my love, moan I for what

I make up hundreds so I know how to make love

There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved

Started to see him, 'till when I married him

To yearn admits you’re outside to me Grow up I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more

And I have been so naive

All move and try he knew not

And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings

To yearn admits you’re outside to me Grow up