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In your little china dress |
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That's how i loved you best |
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With a tulip to your chest |
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In the silk and satin pressed |
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With a left shoe on my right |
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And my tongue was tangled tight |
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The strain of it went light |
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As you grinned in your delight |
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Sayin' come on, come on, come on breath |
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The night air off my sleeve |
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Though the armies all had died |
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And the cavalry wouldn't ride |
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The whores became the brides |
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The night st augustine died |
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And you said come on, come on, come on breath |
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The night air off my sleeve |
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When no one mans the sails |
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And the search for youth has failed |
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When my coffin is all but nailed |
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The words that will prevail |
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Are you and come on, come on, come on breath |
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The night air off my sleeve |
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Come on, come on, come on breath |
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The night air off my sleeve |
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Come on, come on, come on breath |
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The night air off my sleeve |
