Christian Death

When I Was Bed

Christian Death


Oh, when I was bed
Before she spread lilacs on the sheets

Perfumed his hair with white powders
Removed the bitter taste left on his cheek

Perfumed his hair with white powders
Removed the bitter taste left on his cheek

Oh, I was bed
Before she spread lilacs on the sheets

The antiquity of that one moment
How filthy his shoes had been
And how soon we forget the smell of survival
Blanket it with roses and sick tears

Oh, I was bed
Before she spread lilacs on the sheets

Oh, when I was bed
When I was bed