Transcribed by Huw Parkinson Ok.. this is how it goes, I tried forever to find an official transcription of these lyrics. I think these are the official ones, although alot of words sound totally wrong.. (some not even there) however, they are too far gone to be just miss heard. I found these on one of your sites whilst searching through message archive on egroups. I guess guitarists should play these chords broken.. so it sounds more fllooowwwiing... but whatever way you play them.. have fun regards - H. Parkinson. ([email protected]) All my debt to you All my pleasure in pain wit I was, mer I'll be Dim all the lights and we'll see what we see I am music, a song made for playing These dumb little notes Wounds in my back Speaks silent all night of the coming attack Brutes with no vigour and towns with no past whose founders, whose fingers forever Come round here all the time You don't know what you're saying I know it's in the ... Never in the playing around there all the time You don't know what you're saying I know it's in the ... Never in the playing All my debt to you All my pleasure in pain Three hundred nights like three hundred walls Must rise between my love and me Now I see all the black hearts between us