Through the Shades
Forty-four more hours and she’ll be yours
Lain like flowers, she was dour on the floor
One less wind did I defy
Thrown from my chest, I was blown West to her boundary line
Go down, go down, let’s go pound on her door
To have her sing solemn and softly like before
Go down, go down, let’s go pound on her door
To have her sing solemn and softly like before
What have I come to be?
And what’ll she have now for to grieve
Still on my oath I’ll have her tied
To my feet, but I’d rather greet her as my bride
Go down, go down, let’s go pound on her door
To have her sing solemn and softly like before
Oh and that red set through the shades
Showin’ that bed set still unmade
Her nails, her claws tattoo this beast
Just minutes later, I would lay her to sleep
Go down, go down, let’s go pound on her door
To have her sing solemn and softly like before
Go down, go down, let’s go pound on her door
To have her sing solemn and softly like before