Break some bread The nights been blessed With an never-endingness But nonetheless End come too soon
Sweet concubine The night's divine In an never ending line Of lovers End come too soon
On the cusp Both of us Without any maybes but musts That carry us To the end too soon
Ink begins to blot My eyes are bloodshot They've seen they wish they had not But it won't stop The end come to soon
Whose butter-fingers read me like braille? Whose dirty mouth have would have mary hail? Whose wholesome heart bobbed down on me? Who ushers dreamers into such harems?
Your skin looked waxen In the failing light Moved down me, dancing Like a sailing kite
Ooh
End come soon end come too soon End come too soon end come too soon
End come too soon It comes too soon It comes too soon It comes too soon Too soon Too soon Too soon
It's too soon
The end it comes too soon, too soon, too soon, too soon The end it came and went too soon
