Boy George - Il Adore



Mother clutches the head of her dying son 
Anger and tears, so many things to feel 
Sensitive boy, good with his hands 
No one 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

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