Laura - Fields of the Nephilim

Tempted white eyes

Blinded by the night

Hollow like the towers

On the inside

Laura’s a machine

She’s burning insane

Laura’s a machine

For a menace in disguise

Behold this night

The four walls are furnished

Now she’s alive

No one ever helped poor Laura

No one ever helped poor Laura

She’s rabid in ecstasy

She’s rabid in ecstacy

She’s on the line to cut it all

She’s on the line to drop and fall

She’s on the line

Line to fall

People laughing an awful sight

Please leave Laura

'Tis her night

From the light of the catherine wheel

She spins from above

Haunted by these times

My European love

No one ever helped poor Laura

No one ever helped poor Laura

She’s rabid in ecstacy

She’s rabid in ecstacy

She’s on the line to cut it all

She’s on the line to drop and fall

She’s on the line to cut it all

Line to fall