We left her at midnight And on the morrow she died I can still see her lying there for days Exposed to all the damps and dews of night & that tattooed promise & pictures put in frames perfumed letters wrapped in ribbons we’re burning on the window sill
Tell me why, why should I stay here where all beauty must die where’s that merry green land that I shall call mine & we pray up to the Lord, & we swear by the…
Knowing that there’s no truce Lapsing into blind belief We all seek girls & soup, beggar, king or thief & those live nude girls in glittering G-strings the sad lights of the carnival & that great longing within
we orphan our children, we widow our wives we raid the graveyard for bones try never to surrender our lives shooting ourselves out of cannons along with these fortune telling cards leaving these stale beer afternoons behind for the endless ride