| Song | Flame into Being |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | The Poison Boyfriend |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Now the weight of the books has crushed my delicate fingers | |
| I'm not trying to be Paganini any more | |
| All I dream about these days is sex with strangers | |
| Rats in spats and bowler hats on the dance floor | |
| Some days my head is the turret for a machine gun | |
| And the world is torn apart by a hail of words | |
| In tongues of fire the rookie priest reads the lesson | |
| And I would like to quote him chapter and verse | |
| He said "I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way | |
| To flame into being" | |
| I was always the sucker that got led into temptation | |
| When I didn't have a job, couldn't pay the bills | |
| But stretch me out on your tasteless warehouse sofa | |
| And there or somewhere else I'll do your will | |
| Maybe I'll come out clubbing on a rainy night in Soho | |
| So many clichés have sentimental truth, don't you find? | |
| You be Judith and I'll be Holofernes | |
| Living with a beautiful woman | |
| I'm jealous all the time | |
| And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| So take me to the people who'll gratify my ego | |
| Because under the swagger I don't know who I am | |
| Caesar beware the ides of adolescence | |
| Here comes some new Brutus in black 501s, ha! | |
| From the pores of his skin you can smell the cappuchino | |
| And his avaricious eyes are shining like the sun | |
| Black bat night come down from your roost now | |
| And cover me with your wings | |
| Under my eyes I shall wear your engagement ring | |
| And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| But as soon as I decide that this is not the place for me to stay | |
| I feel currents that buoy me up and bear me away | |
| And burglars or writers will carry this love away too | |
| Don't regret this, just forget me, let me release you | |
| And as soon as I decide I'm more fertile or just more sober | |
| Maybe I'll think of you like a touching American film | |
| How I left you washing the face of our baby | |
| How whenever I live alone | |
| My hands and eyes work again | |
| And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| Yeah, I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way | |
| To flame into being |
| Now the weight of the books has crushed my delicate fingers | |
| I' m not trying to be Paganini any more | |
| All I dream about these days is sex with strangers | |
| Rats in spats and bowler hats on the dance floor | |
| Some days my head is the turret for a machine gun | |
| And the world is torn apart by a hail of words | |
| In tongues of fire the rookie priest reads the lesson | |
| And I would like to quote him chapter and verse | |
| He said " I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being" | |
| I was always the sucker that got led into temptation | |
| When I didn' t have a job, couldn' t pay the bills | |
| But stretch me out on your tasteless warehouse sofa | |
| And there or somewhere else I' ll do your will | |
| Maybe I' ll come out clubbing on a rainy night in Soho | |
| So many cliche s have sentimental truth, don' t you find? | |
| You be Judith and I' ll be Holofernes | |
| Living with a beautiful woman | |
| I' m jealous all the time | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| So take me to the people who' ll gratify my ego | |
| Because under the swagger I don' t know who I am | |
| Caesar beware the ides of adolescence | |
| Here comes some new Brutus in black 501s, ha! | |
| From the pores of his skin you can smell the cappuchino | |
| And his avaricious eyes are shining like the sun | |
| Black bat night come down from your roost now | |
| And cover me with your wings | |
| Under my eyes I shall wear your engagement ring | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| But as soon as I decide that this is not the place for me to stay | |
| I feel currents that buoy me up and bear me away | |
| And burglars or writers will carry this love away too | |
| Don' t regret this, just forget me, let me release you | |
| And as soon as I decide I' m more fertile or just more sober | |
| Maybe I' ll think of you like a touching American film | |
| How I left you washing the face of our baby | |
| How whenever I live alone | |
| My hands and eyes work again | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| Yeah, I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being |
| Now the weight of the books has crushed my delicate fingers | |
| I' m not trying to be Paganini any more | |
| All I dream about these days is sex with strangers | |
| Rats in spats and bowler hats on the dance floor | |
| Some days my head is the turret for a machine gun | |
| And the world is torn apart by a hail of words | |
| In tongues of fire the rookie priest reads the lesson | |
| And I would like to quote him chapter and verse | |
| He said " I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being" | |
| I was always the sucker that got led into temptation | |
| When I didn' t have a job, couldn' t pay the bills | |
| But stretch me out on your tasteless warehouse sofa | |
| And there or somewhere else I' ll do your will | |
| Maybe I' ll come out clubbing on a rainy night in Soho | |
| So many cliché s have sentimental truth, don' t you find? | |
| You be Judith and I' ll be Holofernes | |
| Living with a beautiful woman | |
| I' m jealous all the time | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| So take me to the people who' ll gratify my ego | |
| Because under the swagger I don' t know who I am | |
| Caesar beware the ides of adolescence | |
| Here comes some new Brutus in black 501s, ha! | |
| From the pores of his skin you can smell the cappuchino | |
| And his avaricious eyes are shining like the sun | |
| Black bat night come down from your roost now | |
| And cover me with your wings | |
| Under my eyes I shall wear your engagement ring | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| But as soon as I decide that this is not the place for me to stay | |
| I feel currents that buoy me up and bear me away | |
| And burglars or writers will carry this love away too | |
| Don' t regret this, just forget me, let me release you | |
| And as soon as I decide I' m more fertile or just more sober | |
| Maybe I' ll think of you like a touching American film | |
| How I left you washing the face of our baby | |
| How whenever I live alone | |
| My hands and eyes work again | |
| And I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being | |
| Yeah, I' m in love with everyone who knows it' s hard | |
| To build a way of seeing | |
| Who knows that nevertheless that' s the only way | |
| To flame into being |