4 acessos
Your eyes shine wet in the dark
And I'm
Murderous.
The southern wind fills this mast and
Takes this cargo safely to
A nowhere town
To make nothing of them
They make me watch you and ask
I am
Murderous.
The ocean chews at the earth
Will they pull you down under crashing waves
And violent sea?
I'd make a story for you:
Murder.
You'll find ways
Of dragging seconds out
Into days.
Don't let it come to that
You heard:
Don't let it come to that
3 faces that whisper at me:
"Murderess murderess"
So where is Death when I ask to be
Over you?
Please ask him
Please ask him to
Bear you out down in steady hands
With no requiem.
What would I say?
Murder
You'll ask for home
Till every little echo of her is
Thin and worn.
I only wait here
And Say: "it is so".
Say: "it is so".