Текст песни Bauhaus - The Passion of Lovers
Bauhaus - The Passion of Lovers слова песни
She had nut painted armsThat were hers to keepAnd in her fearShe sought cracked pleasuresThe passion of lovers is for death said sheLicked her lipsAnd turned to featherAnd as I watched from underneathI came aware of all that she keepThe little foxes so safe and soundThey were not deadTheyd gone to groundThe passion of lovers is for death said sheThe passion of lovers is for deathThe passion of lovers is for death said sheThe passion of lovers is for deathShe breaks her hearJust a little too muchAnd her jokes attract the lucky bad typeAs she dips and wailsAnd slips her banshee smileShe gets the better of the bigger to the letterThe passion of lovers is for death said sheThe passion of lovers is for deathThe passion of lovers is for death said sheThe passion of lovers is for deathThe passion of lovers is for death said sheThe passion of lovers is for deathThe passion of lovers is for death said she