The Passion Of Lovers - The Shroud

She had nut painted arms

That were hers to keep

And in her fear

She sought cracked pleasures

The passion of lovers is for death said she

And turned to feather

And as i watched from underneath

I came aware of all that she keep

The little foxes so safe and sound

They were not dead

They’d gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart

Just a little too much

And her jokes attract the lucky bad type

As she dips and wails

And slips her banshee smile

She gets the bigger of the better to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death