I have come to lie with you I have come to die with you On your padded shoulder And your golden chest In a wilderness of glass we rest And all the flowers they are our words And my chances follow dances Into a storm afraid A sweet and bitter rest he gets A sweet and bitter rest he gets I have come to lie with you I have come to die with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.