God Sends

Of course we can see
From the lipstick that’s used
From even the wig that sits
That’s all we see of you
I’ve done it among the many who

From paint to health
Bricka-brack fashion
Giving you the talk back
(From paint to health)
Giving you the buzz
(Bricka-brack fashion)
It’s called a feedback
(Giving you the talk back)

It’s fierce
(Giving you the buzz)
It’s not from above
(It’s called a feedback)
It’s fierce

Tell my friends they’re all potential
They’re all potential godsends
I feel that this is me coming
You’ll never meet me

Oh young and pure
An inward girl
A simple shape and mind
(Oh young and pure)
A no man’s land
(An inward girl)

A chosen ground
(A simple shape and mind)
A sitting for the sign
(A no man’s land)
Sashed and shorn
Hallowed be her name

Saying, “No, I don’t want to talk anymore”
Is the prerogative of the superstar
I say no all the time
I’m super, so are you, say no

Tell my friends they’re all potential
They’re all potential godsends
I feel that this is me coming
You’ll never meet me

The message clear
For weak and strong
He takes no pleasure in your pain
The face is distant death

Saying, “No, I don’t want to talk anymore”
Is the prerogative of the superstar
Put yourself on the line
Stay super, say you, say no

Tell my friends they’re all potential
They’re all potential godsends
I feel that this is me coming
Tell them they’ll never meet me

The most complete source of information on the career of musician Peter Murphy.