Текст песни Bauhaus - Passion Of Lovers

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep and in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The Passion Of Lovers is for death said
She licked her lips and turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keeps
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead, they'd gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart, just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
When she dips the wails, and slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death