Tears of Your Heart - Buck 65

Age is beauty, bewildered young

Sharp dressed man with the silver tongue

When all’s been said and done I’m hopin

We’ll sleep all day with one eye open

Combined operations, joint task force

A branch, a wild rose and one black horse

Sapphire eyes.

(French)

Strange how the angel of death plays a harp

Nails and teeth are razor sharp

Days on end the hardest part

The shiniest eyes and the darkest heart

Dead of night, stronger, younger

Beyond the pale in bright red hunger

We’ve got all night so take your time

One deep kiss and I’ll make you mine

I’ll make you mine I’ll make you mine.

Freezing cold untraceable curse

The agony of an insatiable thirst

Endless love and hunting down time

Blood from your throat running down mine.

A hundred times I’ve begged the question

A hundred times forsake discretion

A hundred times I make suggestions

A hundred times I take possession

A hundred times I’ve begged the question

A hundred times forsake discretion

A hundred times I make suggestions

A hundred times I take possession