Blue Bell Knoll — Cocteau Twins

Each is not my love, moan I for what

I make up hundreds so I know how to make love

There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved

Started to see him, till when I married him

To yearn admits youre outside to me

Grow up

I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more

And I have been so naive

All move and try he knew not

And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings

To yearn admits youre outside to me

Grow up