Screaming For Emmalene

Your God may come to touch you
If He needs you around
He may call the undertaker
To put you underground

He come to you tormented
Eased to the brink
A lover leaves you early
A lover will not rise...

You've got to come, you've got to come
You've got to come, you've got to come

Simmering in silence, seeking refrain
It's burning, speak to me, speak to me again

You lie awake tormented
Eased to the brink
A lover has left you early
A lover will not rise...

You've got to come, you've got to come
You've got to come, you've got to come

Come, come, come, come, come

Never wanting, seeking
Never wanting, Never hoping
Never asking, strain
Never holding, Never preaching
Never loving, Never hating
Never wanting, Never reaching
Never screaming, Never hurting
Never wanting, Never dreaming
Never touching, Never moving

No, no , no, no , no