TB Comes to Silly Fort

The streets reflect the candles
In the windows of your father's Victorian home
Inside, the smell of cigarettes and wine overpowers the filth
Because your voice is louder than any sound
It's too bad your throat bleeds more than my ears
Your Egyptian eyes are focused on the crowd
I'm one of your fans, but I'm closer to you than the rest
Here's a handkerchief
Cover your sweet mouth
Your lungs are your gift, don't you dare ruin it
Tiny specks of red dot the cotton
A full year of marriage before I'm left alone
Sing, my precious sweet, before I'm left alone
One more honest note before I'm left alone
We'll put perfume in your coffin to preserve you for eternity
Spilled on rocks above your grave
And in the bottle next to me in the gutter