(Ooh, ooh)
Well, I once had a shaky-handed host
Stood you, six feet below, on the ground
As I gripped the fir tree's throat
And I've no clue why I went up
Even more, how I fell down
I meant to impress you, not distress you
But then came the split of my crown
Oh well, my lover
I guess I'll see you around
Oh well, my lover
I guess I'll see you around
Well, I was once a dancing man
You begged to hold your hand as I slipped
Further toward the cliffside's end
And I had tried to watch my feet
But your song grasped my body
So I spun straight off the edge
And into the coughing sea
Oh well, my lover
I guess I'll see you around
Oh well, my lover
I guess I'll see you around
The creator keeps shaking and shaking their head
At every instance that I wind up dead, ‘cause
You don't need to read my palms or my tea leaves
In every life I live, you'll be the sweet death of me
It's like we were written in divine comedy
If my heart does fall, so shall this life's body
And if we try to trick fate with soft, handmade wings
The heat from my cheeks melts the wax down my sleeves
The creator keeps shaking and shaking their head
At every instance that I wind up dead, ‘cause
You don't need to read my palms or my tea leaves
In every life I live, you'll be the sweet death of me
(Ooh, ooh)
I'll spend past lives like they're dimes
And make my bed a grave
I don't care if with you
I can never be saved
(Ooh, ooh)
This love may be cursed from the very beginning
But a life without you's not a life I'd like living
Again and again, I shall fall, call me Eve
‘Cause in every life I live you'll be the sweet death of me
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