La Petite Mort

Would you blame me if I asked for one last dance?
Would you tell me I'm a fool to want nothing but a little rest?
Before true love comes to take away
All of my possessions except the rage
A scarlett mark on my skin

That makes me feel the world surroundin' me
Like the day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again

And I feel less lonely every time a stranger caresses my
Cheek
I feel more human when their warm tongues lick away my
Sins
And I become less innocent
When they plant the seeds of hope in my head
On the floors of dirty bathrooms
I grew roses just to cut their petals

Like the day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again

My tears will water the gardens of love
Like summer rain or meltin' snow
From the rottin' bodies of the men I loved
Those beautiful flowers of evil shall grow
My tears will water the gardens of love
Like summer rain or meltin' snow
From the rottin' bodies of the men I loved
Those beautiful flowers of evil shall grow