Sordid Waste

Met her on a friday morning, love & happiness in his heart
And for a few days she kept her secrets
Really gorgeous she is and really clever too
With lovely green eyes and strawberry-coloured lips

Her strawberry-coloured lips...

Her hair's like sunrays and her skin's smooth like sand
Then the secrets was broken, insanity inside her
So proud and so fragile, so young and so old
He knew it couldn't last long, perfection was altered

Her strawberry-coloured lips...

Her hair's like sunrays and her skin's smooth like sand
Then he realised and the secrets died
She was young and fragile, proud and old...
With lonely dead eyes and strawberry rotten-lips!!!
She was his everything, she carried his own world
Angel of sickness, every angel has to go
Burial a friday morning, old happy dreams broken
No more secrets, every dream has to end end end end