Benjamin Clementine - Then I Heard A Bachelor's Cry

THEN I HEARD A BACHELOR‘S CRY Lately I've been searching, searching for answers, I walked around the boulevards looking for magicians. With a cold feet, black coat full of arms Outstretched and a leading voice, And I can't help but shout at the top of my lungs, saying: Who, who is next in line to get hurt? Who, who is next in line to get speared? Bad mouth, bad habits Now leads icicles growing out me hair. Our past I'd guaranteed you, if you'd stay with me, Your tomorrow will be endlessly free. Don't know what it was That had made you to come by, Though I know God created me beautifully But don't you know beauty will forever kill. Who, who is next in line to get hurt? Who, who is next in line to get speared? I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry… I can see our future, see our future, see our future I can see our future, see our future, see our future I can see our future, see our future, see our future I can see our future, see our future, see our future. And it isn't so bright, and it isn't so bright, There is no light, there isn't any light. And it isn't so bright, and it isn't so bright, There is no light, there isn't any light. Who, who is next in line to get hurt? Who, who is next in line to get my spear? And so I wait, I wait, I wait for my next prey, I wait Here.