oh what i wouldn t give to feel your presence here there s my smiths tapes you never wanted to hear throw them away morrisey in a bin if it would bring you back again there s my perfumed garden that scares you to death live it burried at the end of the bed i d compromise if it meant having some of your time you mean love does not last forever but we doubt it all the time when you re in love you ve got to believe it s for the rest of your life i ve got a pain inside it cuts like a knife cuts like a knife oh what i wouldn t give to feel your presence here oh i wouldn t bring your dinner at eight for a domestic life this the wrong place but i would touch so sweet if you dare feel the power of the earth and the air oh what i wouldn t give to feel your presence here 