The Extra Glenns - Going to Marrakesh lyrics

The fog is lifting from the water. The bells are sounding on the boats And our love is a monster, plain and simple Though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it, It floats It floats The day of reckoning is coming. Faster than anyone here realises And our love is like Jesus but worse Though you seal the cave up where you've lain it's body It rises It rises I keep waiting for our love to die The machines by it's bed Dim and flicker but it won't stay dead And it perks up when the nurses bring it's medication by. I wish Our love could go the way of all flesh. But it's not right and it's not nice To try to k** the same thing twice Would you pack your things? We are going to Marrakesh