Hunger & The Hurting        (C) 1991 N.Thomas / G.Birtwhistle        Console yourself in me        I'll stay right by your side        I'll keep you warm and dry        'Till the evening grows long        I would lick your bleeding wounds        I would mop your fevered brow        I would feed you on my wine, one more time                Nothing can disguise                The hurting here inside                The edges fray away                When I see you in this way        There is healing in my hand        And I give it all to you        I want to take away the pain        To make you love again        I would lick your bleeding wounds        I would mop your fevered brow        I would feed you on my wine, one last time