In the wet grass out back We spread the sheet And with one last easy laugh The night released We breathed the dark, the shaking stars The distant, constant cars Breathed the sweet Air between us
What was it like? To be young, strong, stupid and drunk Soft in the jagged night My open, rosy throat Dekeing secret knives Now we close these petals To the oncoming ice
And I'm not coming out, i'm not coming out, i'm not coming out, i'm not coming out.
My love, my love is dead i buried it In the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind My love, my love is dead i buried it And it's better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind My love, my love is dead i buried it Just an honest kid, i always did everything they said My love, my love is dead i buried it What a senseless thing! This heart in shreds in the whipping wind!
Compositor: Timothy John Baker (SOCAN)Editor: Plug Your Ears Publishing Limited (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #36741904 em 25/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM