The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
The Boo Radleys
Where are you going with your suit of armour on
And your back turned to the sun
And your lips tightly sealed
What is this poison that you carry like a curse
I'm your lover not your nurse
But I will wash it away
Wash it away
Don't stay here for me