The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lovers lies
Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why ...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide, pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
Alas, I've gone she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches of moonlight and skyWhy live a life
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why ...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Why live a life
Why live a life
Life is not like gloomy sundayThe world is full of poets
With a second ending when the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story that ought to be heard
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a second ending when the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson that really ought to be learned
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more
Tekst og musik: Emilie Autumn
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