The sea and the tears

About your gypsy glory tales, heart at your feet, I care no more and
Laugh not at your standing by the water
Still
Like you deserved in your brown dress a destiny in blood red Venice
Drowning tragedy

Your washed lipstick and dramatic eyelashes
I believe not you had tears for me

You can keep turning your back on churches
You damn none but myself
For i'm not equal in holiness

I made you