Текст песни Into The Woods

I’ve got infection turned to marrow in my bones
Transmitted sexually to thoughts of us alone
I can’t pretend to live so comfortably
When the mess you lade left bitter tastes about my tongue and cheeks

Pushing up daisies and roses turning to dust in our hands
Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead The Queen Killing Kings - Into The Woods - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-queen-killing-kings/into-the-woods-lyrics.html
Where it gets so lonely
I’ve got something I need to show you alone
So long redemption there’s no part that fits me best
I’ve jailed affection and have sentenced him to death
I wont defend the guilt your love is charged
A jury made of conscience reads the calling of their hearts