ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Come unto me


She writes him a letter
One from a trembling hand
He tries to forget her
Tries, but he doesn’t know if he can

When the future stands before you
No one to adore you
I will set you free
If you come unto me

A cold hearted mother
Taking it out on her child
She knows how to love
But the time makes her careless and wild

When the future stands before you
Only I will adore you
Blessed are the ones that can see everything clearly
When they come unto me

Down at the end of the road
Is a place you will drink in a while

’cause the future stands before you
Only I will adore you
Blessed are the ones who can see everything clearly
When they come unto me

Come
Come unto me

When the future stands before you
No one to adore you
I will set you free
If you come unto me

When the future stands before you
No one to adore you
I will set you free
If you come unto me

Come unto me