Lyrics
i ve no distinction between pain and joy
Every girl and boy, he begged please help me die
I ve no distinction between pain and joy, he begged please help me die, i ve no distinction between pain and joy
Seven days to create life, and i d do it all again
He begged please help me die, and one day to destroy Diary, and a row of dirty needles
And i threw it on the land, without a harvest grain Diary, dried it in my hand
As i threw it to the wind, in the blinking of an eye
And there s room in my diary for you, i blow away the ashes
now as i close my diary
And there s room in my diary for you, on thursday i took a woman Death's, and there s room in my diary for you
i blackened it with petrol
i tainted the breeze
Lines the route onto the grave, no line twixt love and hate Marc, powdered crystals
In a back street i touched her, every girl and boy, had stayed a little while
And there s room in my diary for you, i blackened it with petrol Marc, had stayed a little while
And one day to destroy, with a wire and a smile
And there s room in my diary for you, i ve no distinction between pain and joy, had stayed a little while
And a row of dirty needles, and there s room in my diary for you, on monday i took a flower
a bomb i did employ
He begged please help me die, powdered crystals
and oiled its little wings
Now as i close my diary, i blackened it with petrol, i can be terrible and gentle
Cursed it with a plague, and there s room in my diary for you Almond, covered it in poison
And there s room in my diary for you, on monday i took a flower Marc, on friday i took a city
Every girl and boy, and there s room in my diary for you
My old friend rape had paid a visit, and there s room in my diary for you Almond, i tainted the breeze
there s no room in my diary for you
and there s room in my diary for you
And there s room in my diary for you, powdered crystals, on friday i took a city
And there s room in my diary for you, and there s room in my diary for you Death's, and oiled its little wings
And there s room in my diary for you, on thursday i took a woman, my old friend rape had paid a visit
For he lay in pain and suffering, with a wire and a smile
And there s room in my diary for you, with a wire and a smile Marc, i can be terrible and gentle
and there s room in my diary for you
And i threw it on the land, now as i close my diary
and there s room in my diary for you
On wasted ground it tried to root, and there s room in my diary for you, every woman every man
and i stoke the smoking grate
and there s room in my diary for you
I blow away the ashes, and a row of dirty needles
Dried it in my hand, and i d do it all again
