Hippocampus

Will you speak to me? With that halo on your head Goddess, Angel, Witch I never know the difference Embrace the loss And find your cross And show them who can carry on You know the score It’s all as before The only thing that changes is your mind I don’t recognise you now You’re not my type Kneel to your allure Like the weak and destitute Devil, Satan, Priest I never know the difference Embrace the loss And find your cross And show them who can carry on You know the score It’s as before The only thing that changes is your mind I don’t recognise you now You’re not my type Look at you You can’t have started like this I feel for you You can’t have started out this way I don’t recognise you now You’re not my type