Bring Out Your Dead (Radio Edit)

How many times can I ask the same question?
Oh love, so many, love
I’m howling outside, praying hard for a connection
And for love, oh love
Turning and returning to the last light burning out for love, oh love
Is it a craze, an illusion, an obsession?
Or is it love, oh love?

There’s a world outside your head
You better come on out, you better bring out your dead
There’s a world outside your skin
You better come on out, or else I’m coming in

Come on, let’s start again

Ribbons of white, spooling out of every door and every window
And they’re coming out for love, oh love
Trickles of light pooling everywhere the water finds the outflow
And they’re coming out, coming out for love, oh love
Turning and returning to the last light burning out for love, oh for love
Is it a flame, a delusion, an inferno?
Or is it love, oh love?

There’s a world outside your head
You better come on out, you better bring out your dead
There’s a world outside your skin
You better come on out, or else I’m coming in

There’s a world outside your head
You better come on out, you better bring out your dead
There’s a world outside your skin
You better come on out, or else I’m coming in