Marry me I may be a lie Marry me tell me the day that I die Who's got our future little one Will there be a honeymoon little one Please lie! Please lie! But if memories could walk Boy I'd lay awake nights Now I can't go home anymore little one Now I don't mind chopping wood But the memory don't do no-one no good
"See there's this girl I just can't keep from And hungry lie in wait for her shadow To cross the window frame Alight upon the venitian blind Hoping for just one good claim Upon that ectoplasmic stain! And make her mine! Make her mine! This kind of thing happens all the time" Small dark hole in the soul and loathe to touch me
Marry me I may be a lie Marry me tell me the day that I die Who's got our future little one? Will there be a honeymoon little one Please lie! Please lie! Make a pillow for my head Fallen leaves will make my bed When I die don't bury me alone 'Cos I don't think I'd take to kind To the cold cold earth Down full fathom five This kind of thing happens all the timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
