Testo Bones Of Love Lipnicka Porter
Sheâs sipping a cappuccino
Like a cat sipping out of a bowl
Heâs black espresso
To start his heart when it gets cold
Heâs thinking âcognacâ
But afraid his hands might shake
Sheâs checking her make-up
Her smileâs giving nothing away
You better kill me before I kill you
You look good in black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in their back
Two faded tourists
Their visas have long expired
Two forgotten journalists
Whose headlines have retired
Whatâs that in his pocket?
They aint Chinese banknotes
Whatâs that in her handbag?
Thatâs no bar of gold.
Two suntanned lovers
Love didnât die, it just went dry
Fading into the sunlight
Those bones of love passing by