Paroles de Brothel Creeper

In my secret heart Torn asunder I wonder why, why, why, why, why, why, why Why do I happen to me? Fanciful summer Eating poison apples I would give my eyes To awaken Happens all over, over, over, over And I never get to See, see, see, see, see Fanciful summer Eating poison apples But what pours out of me Pours into the sea While blank and opaque needs Stay sealed in my secret heart A scalping knife is just a dull knife How will I have worn my hair in this exceptional moment? In this fanciful summer The dagger in your sеcret case Tip only drawn across your breast I plan to stеal it Cut the seal from my secret heart Fanciful summer Eating poison apples Eating poison apples