(no subject)
"your clothes are a veil
(a shade i could kill)
and nothing to me
(but ominous silk)
make way for the wine
and eyes for the wax
(i love you to death cause you smile at that)
and all of the doubts
(close clean with a kiss)
so fuck every bad dream,
concentrate on this...
I'll taste of your wine
and we'll stare at the wax
(i hate you to death, if you'll smile at that)"
someday I'll have you right where I want you.
after all these rehearsals are forgotten, the show will go on.
and together, we'll make a scene that can "pierce through death and survive."
yeah, someday...
I'll get you right where I want you...