'swhenit'swrongit'sright It'swhenit'swrongit'sright It'swhenit'swrongit'sright Some have more than some will ever get A farewell to arms; a farewell
home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through
low) They're gonna throw back their heads and crow (Lay me low) When I go (When I go) They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low) They're gonna wave their arms
My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could
and you in my arms Perfumed flowers in your tresses Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms Rose, Rose I leave you, my ship is in the bay Kiss me farewell
am the night, the dreams of blood The claws that shred the sun ...the night, the weeping moon Enemy...,Father Feeble whore Dying sun Farewell The sky
should have been me It should have been my kind of love Escape with me tonight This moment is all there is When the morning comes, we're cast aside Now there's farewell
I'm the farewells that tears you apart The deceit that sucks the life Out of your faint heart Duality's a sin for me Rush to the arms of solitude It
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in momma's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
Farewell, pretty one: It's all over now you've gone After all that we went through, you left me when I needed you by my side The times we shared, the
winter solstice's child will pass away silently on a midsummer's night So may you come now, my Dead Romantic Angel serenade Kyrahnean Hymns to me Hold me in your arms
The weary creak of my bones Exhausted voice and deathly tones Arms of lead, skin drawn tight No long a princely sight Face is gaunt, pale and thin Bent
front to tread anymore The night forbids any sanctity From the act my heart's pain has lead Oh...where are we now? My withering bride Within sinful arms
where I belong Pack my bags tonight Here's one Jacobite Who must leave or surely die Put me on a train In the pouring rain say farewell but don't say
Tarot strewn across the floor Fate creeps under the creaking door Say farewell to the salad days Arms held out for the needle haze Scars, scars start
farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms
, that is pink and seductive, The breast that is ripped and laid bare, The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted, The welcoming look and the wink, The arms