Elvis Perkins in Dearland
Good Friday
Come lay here beside meAnd I'll fear no death.I'll give you my bodyAnd I'll breathe your breath.No-one will harm youInside this song.We will be safe hereAs the light is longThat makes way for Good Friday.Get out of your body,For there goes your blood.It falls on my secretsAnd colours the flood.The time of our fathersIs not ours to kill,Their sad-cellared winesAre not ours to spillAnd won't be passed over Good Friday.Though this lifeIs Ash Wednesday,It's Ash Wednesday,It forever approaches Good Friday.
From Letras Mania