Mother clutches the head of her dying son   Anger and tears, so many things to feel   Sensitive boy, good with his hands   No one mentions the unmentionable, but everybody understands      Here in this cold white room   Tied up to these machines   It's hard to imagine him as he used to be      Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen   Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen   Whirling, swirling, never blue   How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do?      Silence equals death, this is what they say   But the anger and the tears do not take the pain away   How far must it go? How near must it be?   Before it touches you, before it touches me      Here in this cold white room   Tied up to these machines   It's hard to imagine life as it used to be      Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen   Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen   Whirling, swirling, never blue   How could you go and die, what a lonely thing to do?      Did you ever ask those strangers what they're looking for?   Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure?   You were hurt by love but still you came right back for more   Il adore, Il adore, Il adore      Thanks mum