My head is bald,
my breath is bad,
and Shaden is my chin
I have not now the joys I had when I was young in sin
Iron my fingers down your dress
With brandy, certain name
And you respond to my caress
And maybe you feel the same
But I have a picture of my own
On this reunion night
Wherein two skeletons are shown
To hold each other tight
Dark sockets look on emptiness Which once was loving eyes
A mouth that opens for a kiss Has got no tongue inside
They flower in us,
they flower in us,
they flower in us
They flower in us,
they flower in us,
they flower in us
They flower in us
I cling to you in plain with fear
As now you cling to me
I feel how frail you are, my dear
And wonder what will be
A week or twenty years remain And then what kind of death
A losing fight would strike the pain Or a gasping fight for breath
Ah,
they flower in us
Too long we let our bodies fling We cannot hide disgust
At all the thoughts that in a spring In this late flowering
They flower in us
Oh,
oh,
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