Текст песни Every Day A Little Death - Alice Ripley feat. Emily Skinner

Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread

Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death

He smiles sweetly
Strokes my hair
Says he misses me
I would murder him right there
But first I die

He talks softly of his wars
And his horses and his whores

I think love's a dirty business

So do I

So do I (I'm before him on my knees)
And he kisses me

He assumes I'll lose my reason
And I do
Men are stupid, men are vain
Love's disgusting, love's insane

A humiliating business

Oh, how true

Ah, well

Everyday a little death

Every day a little death

In the parlor, in the bed

On the lips and in the eyes

In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread (In the murmurs, in the pauses)
In the gestures, in the sighs

Every day a little sting

Every day a little dies

In the heart and in the head

In the looks and in the lies

Every move and every breath

And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death