Peter Murphy - My Last Two Weeks* Lyrics
When I returned, you buried my last two weeksMy last two weeks of my new times, so it didn't seem likeA wasted mouthful, a wasted mouthfulBecause of a trip that was trapped inside of youI was trapped inside you and always imagined that I couldI always imagined, imagined I wouldConjure you up, conjure you upSo it didn't seem like, it didn't seem likeI was conditioned, I was conditioned about thatSo it didn't seem like, a wasted mouthfulAm I untruthful? Am I untruthful?As a result of being, maybe, maybe it was too soonThe red rose, I liken it to the flicker of the pureFleeting moments, precede our actionsLight that's not burning, light that's not burningNo more lost sinking feeling, tethered to your shoe, tethered to youWe ask the controller, he sends us flames, our lying bodies sleepHis whispered word says, ahh, this is how, this is how it looksFrom where we weep, tethered to red rose, tethered to your shoeTo the seven of cups, tethered to you