โหลดเพลง mp3 April is the Cruelest Month - The Airborne Toxic Event

April is the Cruelest Month - The Airborne Toxic Event

We imagined ourselves as cathedral bells
Ringing out through the moribund streets

Like shrill courtesans making fanciful plans
Whispered while drifting to sleep

And I told you I'd stay in every possible way
Though we both knew that that wasn't true

You said you'd would understand
If it was for something so grand
As this mirrored reflection of you

And New York in October was never so sober
As the beating on the windows in March

Trying so hard in vain to stay out of the rain
Falling off our cathedral arch

You were Zelda Isolde you were Audrey and Kate

You were Miss Cleopatra in heels

Then anonymously you were April to me
Throwing rocks just to see how it feels

But those lines in your eyes and that platinum crown
And that gaudy red rouge on your cheeks

You must've looked so divine to some neophyte trying
But you looked like a common whore to me

And I liked you the best
When you were a plain simple mess
Drinking wine from a pink plastic cup

While the radio played some soft serenade
And we noticed the sun coming up

And the blue in your eyes looked like ice when you cried
You were always so cold when we touched

Happy birthday to you I sure hope it's untrue

Even though I don't miss you that much