She wore the purple pieces of my skin.
I wore black in soul and spirit.
By the postal service once-
"You and me can dance in here".
May we kiss again when old?
By the fire tell our stories.
"What a shame that you can't stay"
(I wave goodbye) you thought - "don't worry"
"Steal that car" - you said
"So red and oh! so flagrant,
(In the sea we must let go)
Take me there, my precious vagrant".
Die with me, my younger lover.
Die with me drowned by the sea.
Let the wind remold your ashes,
let the water wash our lashings
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
She wore the purple pieces of my skin.
I wore black in soul and spirit.
By the postal service once-
"You and me can dance in here".
May we kiss again when old?
By the fire tell our stories.
"What a shame that you can't stay"
(I wave goodbye) you thought - "don't worry"
"Steal that car" - you said
"So red and oh! so flagrant,
(In the sea we must let go)
Take me there, my precious vagrant".
Die with me, my younger lover.
Die with me drowned by the sea.
Let the wind remold your ashes,
let the water wash our lashings
