For Sale
Beth Gibbons
The charms of illusion, they cut like a smile
Erosion of reason, a path paved to buy
'Cause the dreams are for sale from afar
Smiling with white teeth, the taste of ammonia
The needle delusion, a choice made to fail
'Cause the dreams are for sale from afar
Just ask yourself how would you want life to be
Just ask yourself would you choose love like me
If we don't stop now, will we go too far?
If we don't stop now, will we go too far?
We believe if we stitch it and cook it, enrich it
We'll all numb the pain that we need to fulfill it
But the dreams are for sale from afar
Don't pretend that you want
What you don't want to give
What you keep when you sow
When you know you don't want it
'Cause the dream's only for sale from afar
Just ask yourself: How would you want life to be?
Just ask yourself: Would you choose love like me?
If we don't stop now, will we go too far?
If we don't stop now, will we go too far?
