Greta’s Song
Lowell
What do you want from me?
Go do your worst to me
Are you here to torture me?
Put my heart in a hearse
Hell is sure heavenly
Close to my enemies
Cause they'll be the death of me
Unless I get them first
But my head's in the sand
And there’s smoke on your breath
There's blood on my hands
From loving you to death
Loving you to death
Loving you with every little heart beat in my chest
And and as you twist the knife
I look into the light
And I love you more than life
My dear
I love you to death
I love you to death
I do
I love you to death
I do
I do
