Narcissus - Róisín Murphy

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

The saddest story ever told

Loving only what you will hold

In your own reflection

When love is here

With all your protection

I hold you dear

The saddest story ever told

The narcissistic glory to be all alone

A happy ending would never be

Narcissus dying

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Narcissus

Rosebud

Narcissus, she’ll return into sand

If you fall in love with your reflection

You may be damned

But, darling, I could teach you to feel

And to understand

Narcissus, my love

Thy love will go

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus

Being left, being left

Being left, being left

Being left, being left with me

Narcissus