The Flesh Is Willing Songtext
von Marc Almond
The Flesh Is Willing Songtext
Lying in her own asylum
Love has her in an endless coma
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Wet and strewn
She lies sedated
Wrenched with arms
And legs akimbo
Locked up in her own asylum
Locked up in love′s endless limbo
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Locked up in her own asylum
Feeling so ashamed and crazy
Lets the other inmates touch her
Touch intimate places on her
Love has her in a sea of vitriol
Love has her in a sea of vitriol
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Swollen tongue
And swimming eyes
Smiles that never ever smiles
Can't sleep at night
For endless wailing
Weeping wailing howling
Love′s shuddering howl
Love's shuddering howl
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
If she can hoodwink the Doctor
She'll get out for good behaviour
She′ll get out for good
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit′s so weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Skin and bone, hot and cold
Brazen brave, brain and brawn
Push and shove, slick and slow
Broken home, love and you
You and me, soft and sound
Smile and cry, touch and go
Sad and slow, break and bold
Wild and wound, sleep and sound
Have and hold
Have and hold
Have and hold
Love has her in an endless coma
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Wet and strewn
She lies sedated
Wrenched with arms
And legs akimbo
Locked up in her own asylum
Locked up in love′s endless limbo
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Locked up in her own asylum
Feeling so ashamed and crazy
Lets the other inmates touch her
Touch intimate places on her
Love has her in a sea of vitriol
Love has her in a sea of vitriol
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
Tear-marked pillows, broken china
Things they say that love is made of
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Swollen tongue
And swimming eyes
Smiles that never ever smiles
Can't sleep at night
For endless wailing
Weeping wailing howling
Love′s shuddering howl
Love's shuddering howl
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
If she can hoodwink the Doctor
She'll get out for good behaviour
She′ll get out for good
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
Locked up in her own asylum
Love has her on her knees
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit′s so weak
The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak
Skin and bone, hot and cold
Brazen brave, brain and brawn
Push and shove, slick and slow
Broken home, love and you
You and me, soft and sound
Smile and cry, touch and go
Sad and slow, break and bold
Wild and wound, sleep and sound
Have and hold
Have and hold
Have and hold
Writer(s): Peter Marc Almond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
