Stop Your Tears

I will never marry my love

I will die waiting for the bells

Death, come pull me underwater

I have nothing left to fear from hell

I was gifted at the music

I was born the day the year was new

Someone has stolen all the water

I keep the pills inside an urn

Lord, show me my daughter

Show me her before she burned

We go walking in the hallways

Now and then a record gives a tune

Sometimes we hang from our chambers

Baudelaire in the afternoon

The yellow rose is a stranger

The devil's invitation in bloom

I stand looking at my chamber

There are many things upon the floor

The blade is ready for the slaughter

The Virgin Mary hangs on the door

I will arrive at death's border

Take back the cover God has torn from me

I am at the river with baby

Her father enters with a leap

Hold her head above the water

She is pale against the stream

I am the horse beneath his daughter

He is the mountain underneath