Tombstone Poetry

Three, four Tell me now, doll, when you come around Are you gonna fight with me? Or when I lose my head, when I lose my head Are you gonna light the way? Tombstone poetry She's speaking from her grave In a letter she sent to me And I get it, baby, I get it In a dream, I circled blue lakes Where the waves washed out our mistakes Swimming with you Swimming with you Tell me now, doll, when you come around Are you gonna fight with me? Or when I lose my head, when I lose my head Are you gonna light the way? Burnt up, fallen angels She speaks in their mother tongue Collects soldiers uniforms And how would it feel, then To live that way instead? Among all this broken furniture My feet rest on his ottoman But did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Love you Tell me now, doll, when you come around Are you gonna fight with me? Or when I lose my head, when I lose my head Are you gonna light the way? Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do? Love you Did he love you like I do? Did he love you like I do?