The Church — The Theatre and Its Double

Baby I know there's people out there starving Baby don't go, you got the wrong idea Baby don't say there's people out there laughing Baby that way it's gonna take me years You're blowing hot and cold I want you heart and soul A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole Some day I think that nothing outside matters Some day you blink, you miss a thousand years Some day I pray, falling dumbly to my bed Some day you stay till the audience appears You're blowing hot and cold I want you heart and soul A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole