On to the tip, you're fragile and ***
Sporting your flag
of black and black
And if I had never dared to carry you
I have often dreamed of your amor
Did
you break on through the night For the love of a bugle's on the run?
The whispers of your sabre echo in the rain
Did you break on through the night
For the love of a bugle's on the run?
Did you break on through the night
For the love of a flea's on the run?
The
echoes of your dagger swishing
in the rain