the birds will still be singing
Singer:costello, elvis
summertime withers as the sun descends
he wants to kiss you. will you condescend?
before you wake and find a chill within your bones
under a fine canopy of lover's dust and humourous bones
my darling. that's no joke
don't waste your precious time pretending you're
there will be tears and candles
spare me lily-white lillies
with the awful perfume of decay
if i'm lost or i'm forgiven
the birds will still be singing
it's so hard to tear myself away
even when you know it's over
it's too much to say. banish all dismay
if i'm lost or i'm forgiven
the birds will still be singing