Passion of Lovers

                                  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 heart 

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