Poor Souls Of Pompeii Love Has Gone
Did he murder you with the candlestick, my dear?
What a brutal way to go
What a way to go...
Did he murder you with kindness and kisses, my dear?
What a brutal way to go
What a way to go, my little darlin'
Don't you think that it's time to go?
That it's time to go, my little darlin'?
Don't you think of me
When you flee like a thief
In the night
I don't know where love has gone
I must have chased him away
I don't know where love has gone
When Memorial Day swings 'round, my dear,
Will he find you in the arms of another man?
And as the halo of blood around his head expands,
Will you stop and say a prayer?
Will you leave him there, my little darling?
Don't you think of me
When you flee like a thief
In the night
I don't know where love has gone
I must have chased him away
I don't know where love has gone
Do I look up and to the left?
Or down, and to right?
And do you know where I've gone,
Where I go?
I don't know where love has gone
I must have chased him away
