Valentine Wolfe - Lucy lyrics

The lights of London are in the wrong direction A trick of the moonlight Gliding across the graves, my mouth is hungry for you Can you keep a secret? It's my beginning The bed was empty The tomb was empty I'm counting on your discretion Lying alone, my lips are red Do you suppose I'm beautiful? A wanton smile, redder than before In the brilliant moonlight Silver sound, ruby on pearl Languorous ecstasy Now I live alone in my churchyard Do you suppose my sweetness turned to heartless cruelty? The bed was empty The tomb was empty I'm counting on your discretion Lying alone, my lips are red Do you suppose I'm beautiful? A wanton smile, redder than before The bed was empty The tomb was empty I'm counting on your discretion Lying alone, my lips are red Do you suppose I'm beautiful? A wanton smile, redder than before “She'll makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!”