歌词
Bitter fields we bled on slept then fled on
Sixty-thousand leaves on frilly beds we killed on
Spinning sightless eyes like seashells crumble cave of
Vapored honey glow of water
Brothers bathed in borrowed sheets we alived lived in till
We'd give in ruby-filled honey
Fleur-de-luce All my lovely goners
Fleur-de-luce All my lovely goners
Muddy path through birch trees
Back is aching bending pounding blue heart
Running faster skyward wending
Stopping looking up and stinging eyelids
Weeping sky descends in colors
O'er the dome of sleeping
Fleur-de-luce
All my lovely goners
Fleur-de-luce
All my lovely goners
Hang the harps on trees again
The blood is mingled with the rain
Hang the harps on trees again
The blood is mingled with the rain
Hang the harps on trees again
The blood is mingled with the rain
Hang the harps on trees again
The blood is mingled with the rain
Fleur-De-Luce
All my lovely goners
Fleur-De-Luce
All my lovely goners
Fleur-De-Luce
All my lovely goners