作词 : Bauhaus | |
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 | |
Licked her lips | |
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 | |
She breaks her hear | |
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 better of the bigger 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 |
zuo ci : Bauhaus | |
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 | |
Licked her lips | |
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 | |
She breaks her hear | |
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 better of the bigger 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 |
zuò cí : Bauhaus | |
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 | |
Licked her lips | |
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 | |
She breaks her hear | |
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 better of the bigger 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 |