At The Gates, Does Thomas Ask To See My Hands?

Now, listen, Julie baby It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight It ain't natural for you to cry when the midnight comes... Into the wee small hours, long 'fore the break of dawn Oh, Lord

Now, Julie, an' there ain't nothin' on my mind More further 'way than what you're lookin' for I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door And looked into my eyes

Your little star struck innuendos, inadequacies an' foreign bodies And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane Numbs my brain And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane Numbs my brain, oh, Lord

So, open up the window and let me breathe I said, open up the window and let me breathe I'm looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you I cried, I cried for you, oh Lord

The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets On your sick bed

I gotta go, I gotta go And you said, "Please, stay I wanna, I wanna I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water Go in the kitchen, get me a drink of water"

I said, "I gotta go, I gotta go, baby" I said, "I'll send, I'll send somebody around, later You know we got John comin' around here later With a bottle of wine for you, baby, but I gotta go"

The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room The cool room, Lord, Lord, is a fool's room And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B.

I gotta go, I'll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe See what I can pick up for you, you know that Yeah, I got a few things going too Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry

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