The flesh is willing - Marc Almond

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

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

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

Swollen tongued and swimming eyes

Smiles but 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

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

Skin and bone

Hot and cold

Brazen brave

Brain and brawn

Push 'n' shove

Slick 'n' 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