Tiger Lillies (The)
Bones
She sits in the sunlight each morningAnd waits for her memory to fadeIf she tells you she's got a messiahIt's one that she's already madeShe's no longer taking shortcutsIn her village of RomeAnd nobody's homeBy the time that the summer is overShe's nowhere to be seenShe smiles and looks slightly frightenedAs you walk past she wants to cryThe daffodils bloom in the gardenHer head is buttered and friedOn a good day the great was seen clearlyOn a bad she's hardly awareAnd waits for the reaper to bearHer doormat is left propped upSince Wednesday when they came to cleanHer apartment has been re-vacatedPerhaps she is now in a homeOr perhaps she is just boneOr perhaps she is just boneOr perhaps she is just boneJust boneJust boneJust boneJust bone
From Letras Mania