You're telling me I'm beautiful when you can see my bones, 
you're telling me I'm everything you could every want. 
Meet me down by the death walk bridge where romance goes to die
and tell me that I'll always be the apple of your eye.

Ten white horses circling my head, 
I'm dizzy but it all makes sense. 
Kiss me on my pigeon chest, 
and say you'll love me until the end. 

Every day I'm waking up to curse the march of time, 
'cos nobody wants to celebrate the aging of a child. 
I will  be down by the death walk bridge where romance goes to die, 
where I can stay young until the end of time. 

Ten white horses circling my head, 
I'm dizzy but it all makes sense. 
Kiss me on my pigeon chest, 
and say you'll love me until the end.