Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Friday, 18 November 2011

Put your trust in me, you're not gonna die alone


Well prove to me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your arm round my collar bone
Open the door.

Don't lie to me
If you're puttin' the dog to sleep.
That pet you just couldn't keep
And couldn't afford.

Well prove to me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Unstitch that shit I've sewn,
To close up the hole that tore through my skin.

Well my trust in you
Is a dog with a broken leg,
Tendons to torn to fix,
And you let me back in

You said
I can't prove to you
You're not gonna die alone,
But trust me to take you home
and clean up that blood all over your paws.

You can't keep running out.
Kicking yourself off the bed,
Kicking yourself in the head,
Because, you're kiciking me too.

Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
I don't think so.

Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone,
I don't think so.




Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Edith

It's such a beautiful thing that all of her crimes were that of passion, so her actions and deeds of debauchery and bloody murder were forgiven by society. Crimes of passion were forgivable in France, at least...