Tell me now, doll, when you come around
Are you gonna fight with me?
Or when I lose my head when I lose my head
Are you gonna light the way?
Tombstone poetry
She's speaking from her grave
In a letter she sent to me
And I get it
Baby, I get it
In a dream, I circled blue lakes
Where the waves washed out our mistakes
Swimming with you
Tell me now, doll, when you come around
Are you gonna fight with me?
Or when I lose my head when I lose my head
Are you gonna light the way?
Burnt up, fallen angels
She speaks in their mother tongue
Collects soldiers uniforms
And how would it feel, then
To live that way instead?
Among all this broken furniture
My feet rest on his ottoman
But did he love you like I do?