歌词
I will have no truck with you
I will not venture from this room
Or burn myself with fevered light
Or wound myself with all that sight will bring
I will not sing for you
(The urchin rags that once you wore
Lie scattered on the road and more)
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The holy grail all wondrous woken
Lies still neath ground all softly spoken
But in bed but in be doubtful
So much to choke on every mouthful
I want I don't I crave I cross
My heart and hope to love the loss
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And all around are damning wonders
Who take you in and hold you under
For I have cradled melancholy
And teased and worried naked folly
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(Destroy me well destroy me true
And I will always think of you)
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The holy grail all wondrous woken
Lies still neath ground all softly spoken
But in bed but in be doubtful
So much to choke on every mouthful
I want I don't I crave I cross
My heart and hope to love the loss
♪
I will not shed my skin for you
Or dip my hat when shunning will plainly do