The Lovers' suicide - The Bilinda Butchers

With graying clouds watching over me

Oh, I cannot, I cannot breathe

Your pale face behind bars, my heart sinks

Sold to this house for the use of men

Oh, your young heart, I wish I could mend

But instead, I’ll pretend, I’ll pretend

So close your eyes, close your eyes

'Cause in our dreams, in our dreams

In our dreams

Lovers' suicide

With last sen in pocket I turn to you

A painted rain dragon, the scent of bamboo

Sake drips from your lips when you say,

When you say our love is true

So where do we go?

Where do we go?

Like a flower, I can’t bloom in the snow

We can’t hide, we can’t grow

So close your eyes, close your eyes

'Cause in our dreams, in our dreams

In our dreams

Lovers' suicide