Until Death Comes

Like when you told me that my love was just aesthetic And I fell into the beauty of another And it was in the summer Confusion was a-bloom in every little corner Oh don't you understand don't you understand don't you understand don't you understand?

I drive my friend to the station It's the second day of june Wearing white thin leather gloves And a heady headache from last night Now, you do the talking and i'll keep us on the road I am transporting a treasure here And i'm making sure that he get