by: Everett Thomas
What am I to you?
Another crime to commit
Piece of gold for a kiss or just a ghost
What am I to you?
Another shroud for your eyes another brilliant disguise or just a ghost
Oh stop now,
Don't you think I can't see right through your lips
Parading your burlesque truth of love,
If you're going to shoot, won't you take me to the garden, Where I can fall
What am I to you?
Another break for your fall, another muse on your wall or just a ghost
All I am to you,
is your silent melody, your broken reverie or just a ghost
Oh stop now,
Don't you think I can't see right through your lips
Parading your burlesque truth of love,
If you're going to shoot, won't you take me to the garden, Where I can fall
All I am to you is your vanity score.
All I am to you is your statue cast stone
All I am to you is your desire for more.
Fiery pit, your endless regret
Your self righteous love,
Your crime to commit.
Another crime to commit
Piece of gold for a kiss or just a ghost
What am I to you?
Another shroud for your eyes another brilliant disguise or just a ghost
Oh stop now,
Don't you think I can't see right through your lips
Parading your burlesque truth of love,
If you're going to shoot, won't you take me to the garden, Where I can fall
What am I to you?
Another break for your fall, another muse on your wall or just a ghost
All I am to you,
is your silent melody, your broken reverie or just a ghost
Oh stop now,
Don't you think I can't see right through your lips
Parading your burlesque truth of love,
If you're going to shoot, won't you take me to the garden, Where I can fall
All I am to you is your vanity score.
All I am to you is your statue cast stone
All I am to you is your desire for more.
Fiery pit, your endless regret
Your self righteous love,
Your crime to commit.
