Fembots
Tombstone Blues
From the chill of the morning to the chill of the graveI carry a gun at my side My love was beauty and my love was blindAnd my love was struck down by my foolish prideFaint as an echo forbidden to fade I'm haunted and haunting the words that you said Cast off your tombstone, rest there no moreGive shape to the shadows that darken my doorCome down from the hillside and take up your placePut back the colours that fell from your faceWon't you put back the colours that fell from your face
From Letras Mania