Suicide

The facts are frightened
When a shade falls in your room
Money evaporates too soon
The old days of heightening
These melancholy moods
Are stretched to the ripping core
Of the cracking glue

Don't die
Don't give me that suicide
I want you for my love
Don't die
Don't give me that suicide
I want you for my love

A soothing tongue of fire will lick up an open wound
Give some time for the rose to bloom

Don't die
Don't give me that suicide
I want you for my love
Don't die
Don't give me that suicide
I want you for my love