Divine Comedy Three Sisters
This autumn breeze Shall strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? Knowledge is a curse But ignorance is worse, I fear Would you agree, my dear? I have watched you grow >From the same seed as my own shall grow And they will never know This autumn breeze Can strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? I don't know Pleasure is a sin And abstinence shall win this day And that's the way it's gonna stay Black Parisienne lace Your salvation, my disgrace My God Where did you go wrong? This autumn breeze Shall strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Oh, why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? I don't know I don't know if I can stop my eyes from drifting slowly Over holy terrors of the soul No self-control That autumn chill Is with me still
