Lipstick On Your Tombstone Lyrics

There is no contrition
In my treason of sorrow
The day and night are estranged from us
But there's still sunlight on the gallows
Come and tighten up my rope
What is heaven today is never heaven tomorrow
And “where there is sorrow, there is holy ground”*

The memory of your lonely, strange and bitter love
Has dried up for me
Any well of sympathy
It brings me out of the famine-land
Of chosen exile
Released into the atom-bomb of my heart

Lipstick on your tombstone
Kisses on your grave
Make the desert blossom
Like a rose and bring me back to life again

Pity is profitless to me
In the no mans land you saddle
When after every war we'd clean
The dirt and ashes from your mouth

And it's a sinful debt I keep That I can never repay
When this heart bleeds for you
But not in pain!
Lipstick on your tombstone
Kisses on your grave
Make the desert blossom like a rose
And bring me back to life again

Lipstick on your tombstone
Kisses on your grave
Real beauty begins
When the ruin sets in

Yeah my heart bleeds for you
But not in pain!

Lipstick on your tombstone
Kisses on your grave
Make the desert blossom like a rose
And bring me back to life again

Lipstick on your tombstone
Kisses on your grave
Real beauty begins
when the ruin sets in

It begins
It begins
With kisses on your grave
It sets in
It sets in
With kisses on your grave

*Oscar Wilde

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