Met her on a friday morning, love & happiness in his heart And for a few days she kept her secrets Really gorgeous she is and really clever too With lovely green eyes and strawberry-coloured lips
Her strawberry-coloured lips...
Her hair's like sunrays and her skin's smooth like sand Then the secrets was broken, insanity inside her So proud and so fragile, so young and so old He knew it couldn't last long, perfection was altered
Her strawberry-coloured lips...
Her hair's like sunrays and her skin's smooth like sand Then he realised and the secrets died She was young and fragile, proud and old... With lonely dead eyes and strawberry rotten-lips!!! She was his everything, she carried his own world Angel of sickness, every angel has to go Burial a friday morning, old happy dreams broken No more secrets, every dream has to end end end end