(I'll Love You) Till the End of the World
It was a miracle I even got out of Longwood alive,this town full of men with big mouths and no guts;I mean if you can just picture it,the whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blastand the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
and all the drunks pouring out of the dance hallsstaring up at the smoke and the flames;and the blind pencil seller waving his stickshouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road;and me, if you can believe this,at the wheel of the of the carclosing my eyes and actually praying;not to God above but to you, saying:
Help me, girl; help me, girlI'll love you till the end of the worldWith your eyes black as coaland your long dark curls
Some things we plan,we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up;others are works of inspiration, of poetry;and it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairsto say my last goodbyeto a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes[saying:]I gotta go; I gotta go,the bomb in the bread basket are ready to blow
in this town of men with big mouths and no guts,the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion,leaping under my wheels as I careered out of Longwoodon my way to you waiting in your dress,in your dress of blue
I said:Thank you, girl; thank you, girlI'll love you till the end of the worldwith your eyes black as coaland your long, dark curls
and with the horses prancing through the fields,with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield;I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of youwaiting for mein your dress of blue
Thank you, girl. Thank you, girlI'll love you till the end of the worldwith your eyes black as coaland your long, dark curls