Stop Your Tears

I will never marry my love I will die waiting for the bells Death, come pull me underwater I have nothing left to fear from hell I was gifted at the music I was born the day the year was new Someone has stolen all the water I keep the pills inside an urn Lord, show me my daughter Show me her before she burned We go walking in the hallways Now and then a record gives a tune Sometimes we hang from our chambers Baudelaire in the afternoon The yellow rose is a stranger The devil's invitation in bloom I stand looking at my chamber There are many things upon the floor The blade is ready for the slaughter The Virgin Mary hangs on the door I will arrive at death's border Take back the cover God has torn from me I am at the river with baby Her father enters with a leap Hold her head above the water She is pale against the streak I am the horse beneath his daughter He is the mountain underneath