Il Adore

Mother clutches the head of her dying son
 Anger and tears, so many things to feel
 Sensitive boy, good with his hands
 Noone mentions the unmentionable, but everybody understands
 Here in this cold white room
 Tied up to these machines
 It's hard to imagine him as he used to be
 Laughing screaming tumbling queen
 Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen
 Whirling swirling never blue
 How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do
 Silence equals death, this is what they say
 But the anger and the tears do not take the pain away
 How far must it go, how near must it be
 Before it touches you, before it touches me
 Here in this cold white room
 Tied up to these machines
 It's hard to imagine life as it used to be
 Laughing screaming tumbling queen
 Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen
 Whirling swirling never blue
 How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do
 Did you ever ask those strangers what they're looking for?
 Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure?
 You were hurt by love but still you came right back for more
 Il adore, il adore, il adore
 Thanks Mum