My Dearest Love
Morrissey / Alain Whyte
These tears I'm wailing
I spill not without reason
Remove them
My dearest love
My
Take me
To the place I've been dreaming of
Where the grotesquely lonely
Meet the grotesquely lonely
And they whisper
Just very softly
Please be mine
Dearest Love
Be my dearest love
Be my dearest love
I have hung on, hung on
Hung on for one hundred years
For someone to shake me
Someone to wake me
If necessary someone to break me
My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love