With Love Songtext

von Death Cult

We are thinking of the few in a magnet sense
Raising those who knew what could i do?
And i cannot look for the inspiration in the stranger's face
I look to my father to share the greens he has in his pockets

And the arrogance is mine
And the arrogance is mine

See how they run see how they run away from her
See how they run see how they run away from her
See how they run see how they run away from her

Like the lonely soldier sings above his heart
Such a boring soldier only trouble in your heart
Won't you give me your heart and soul give me heart
Won't you give me your heart and soul give me heart

We are thinking of the few in a magnet sense
Raising those who knew what could i do?
And i cannot look for the inspiration in the stranger's face
I look to my father to share the dreams in his pockets