deathblow

What bell beaker's drinks
Sing the songs they sing again of lawyers and pharisees
Counted one way just to play another one
You laughed the hour out to death

True love in how we talked
I've gotten a taste
Not giving it up
But whites and reds all dull out soon enough

Downed and damned it all the same
They looked like something bloomed from rot
Share your smoke, I'll find a way
With evening glow around the yard

I look to another
Pretend to feel "I know it don't last"
But what joy a deathblow casts
When you've got 'em down good

True love in how we talked
I've gotten a taste
Not giving it up
But whites and reds, they all dull out soon enough

True love in how we talked
I've gotten a taste
Not giving it up
Bellow and crow
What only glitter on our faces know
But whites and reds, they all dull out soon enough