Lyrics

Oh love, you were a sickly child
and how the wind knocked you down.
Put on your spurs, swagger around
in the desperate kingdom of love.

Holy water cannot help you now.
Your mysterious eyes cannot help you.
Selling your reason will not bring you through
the desperate kingdom of love.

At the end of this burning world
you’ll stand proud, face upheld
and I’ll follow you, into heaven or hell
and I’ll become as a girl
in the desperate kingdom of love.