The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover’s lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
“Alas, I’m gone!” she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a segundo ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a segundo ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don’t need any more
The world is full of singers
We don’t need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don’t need any more…
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover’s lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
“Alas, I’m gone!” she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a segundo ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a segundo ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don’t need any more
The world is full of singers
We don’t need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don’t need any more…
As being torn to pieces por a loving hand
How do I save you from a voice so soft
As that which acquiesces to your each demand
How do I look upon the eyes I love
And send them down this path, I know it isn’t right
How do I make you realize my love
That there is mais to fear than strangers in the night
Chorus:
How do I save you
How do I set you free
Behind the curtain waits a darker world
If I can’t make you leave
How can I save you from me
I think you’ve had enough experience
To differentiate between a coração of gold
And what you berço in your gentle arms
Can you not recognize a soul already sold
How do I save you from the things I’ve been
I can’t deny the past, it’s written on my face
How do I save you from the mess you’re in
When I can’t make you leave this torturous embrace
Chorus