Putting Hearts Together - Blutmond

She was a bleak bride

In a dimly street

I’ve met her every night

And lost her in my seed

It was a bleak night

In a dimly street

It happened every night

Ask the first bum you’ll meet

Without love

Without grace

Born to lose

And born to hide his face

She was a bleak bride

In a dimly street

I’ve met her every night

And lost her in my seed

Without love

Without grace

Born to lose

And born to hide his face

Searching for love, but

Only getting humpy and dumpy

Tried to climb a golden wall

But he’d just had a white line fall

He had a white line fall

All the Pooh Bah’s and all the suit-men

Wouldn’t put his life together again…

He’s born from the gutter

And that’s where he belongs

Lost, trashed and forgotten

Without love

Without grace

A life to hide

To hide his face

Then he tried to climb a tempting wall

But he just had another deep fall

All the fancy women and the candy men

Wouldn’t put his heart together again

He’s born from the gutter

And that’s where he belongs

Lost, trashed and forgotten

Without love

Without grace

A life to hide

To hide his face