Other Trees
Tomb, Sweet Tomb
Met you in Egypt.You were sitting in sands, as old as time.Gypsy hand movementscaught my heated eyes.We spoke of cursesthat lied themselves ahead of me.I noticed something golden,something that sees everything.If anything really lived,it will always die of complete exhaustion.If my heart even truly exists,I will know by the taste of your lips.It was love at first sight.It was lust at the first drink of rum.I saw your chest catch on firewith every note you sung.
From Letras Mania