Prostitute candle lit evenings perfumed scent of
money lipstick bloodstains and champagne fade to
permanent white and so they died and no one could
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/JMsx ]be found to bury the dead for money or pleasure.
And for these risks I'll never give up. I am not
the one who is dead you are, can't you read your
eyes?