The rain fell on this street of grey, The steeple, lightning rod, the cross. The words, the vow, the ring, the kiss, Someone sang \"Ave Maria\".
My sweetest girl, my dangeress, Broke the window of my chest. My heart shot far from this world Until it slowly came to rest Inside the strangeness of her breast. My danger girl, my tigeress.
History led her to me, Each footstep cut in memory. Clad in a dress of silver-grey She walked into our wedding day.
My sweetest girl, my dangeress, Broke the window of my chest. My heart shot far from this world Until it slowly came to rest Inside the strangeness of her breast. My dangerous girl, my tigeress.
And through the daily devastation We are orbit in each other's wake, And in the coldness of the station We board the train the lovers take. But when I try to talk to her I don't speak that language anymore.
For though my crimes remain unnamed, All my treasons, all my shames. Later you would rightly say: \"We didn't dance upon our wedding day\".