Beautiful People

Cover me if I break one In the blanket of the sea Kill the light that I have wasted It was never meant for me Ooh the beautiful people Ooh the beautiful people A fever in me The weathered, wayfaring woman The smiling eyes of the man And the names not found in fires And the touch of his hand Ooh the beautiful people Ooh the beautiful people Broken and blind, they might never see Ooh the beautiful people Ooh the beautiful people Ooh the beautiful people A fever in me