Requiem - The Three Degrees When you came to me there in that old telephone pole Out of the night And I rushed right down to meet you and that silky thing And sat down on a porch swing Oh and I knew the moon would melt Before I held it to my breast like that again
Why couldn't I die then
So warm Behind the curtains of your arms
When you stopped the clock on that cold rock And mix the hot young blood with granite dust
Then I raise my head just to kiss the sweat They clung like honey from your garnet brow
Ooh and I knew the mountainside would be A million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
So tell me why couldn't I die then
I was warm
Behind the curtains of your arms
Instead I was found dead but well carrying on my life
With my dusk glow and dear friends
Buried without a casket
And no one who writes my epitaph
'Cos I know that I'm still breathing And they think that means I'm still alive
I'm still alive
And I knew the mountainside would be Ten million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
Why could I not die then
Warm
Behind the curtains of your arms
Why could I not die then
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It doesn't really matter when
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