Girl Called Death

Goodbye to the brightest sun
And bring some flowers down
A grave is foul and warm

To see the butcher’s knife
Or to feel the hangman’s rope
Our life has never been
More than a pale blue sin

Apathy that sits with me
On a couch that turns into
A coffin and a clue
Whose ash is in the tray?

That’s to pay when the sun won’t set
That’s to say to that cute girl called death

Bring me the gutter down
I cannot feel the ground
The gutter’s drawing near
There’s no sunlight in here

What’s to pay, when the sun won’t set
What’s to say to that cute girl called death