Marc Almond - The Flesh Is Willing

Lying in her own asylum
Love has her in an endless coma
Tear marked pillows
Broken china
Things they say that love is made of

Wet and strewn
She lies sedated
Wrenched with arms and legs akimbo
Locked up in her own asylum
Locked up in love's endless limbo

The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak

Locked up in her own asylum
Feeling so ashamed and crazy
Lets the other inmates touch her
Touch intimate places on her
Love has her in a sea of vitriol