Peter Murphy
My Last Two Weeks
When I returned You buried my last two weeks
My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful
A wasted mouthful
Because of a trip That was trapped inside you
I was trapped inside you
And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like
It didn't seem like
I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like
A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful SongtexteAs a result of being
Maybe Maybe it was too soon
The red rose
I liken it to the flicker of the pure
Fleeting moments Precede our actions
Light that's not burning
Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe
Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames
Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks
From where we weep
Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe
To the seven of cups
Tethered to you
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