Текст песни What Is This Unto - Hunter G K Thompson

Sixty-four years and a string on my finger
No epitaph is carved, just a name and a number
Can't focus on the moment here might I remind her
Our parents all cry but I don't really miss her

Lying to ourselves now aren't we, brother?
Your golden hair cascades the hollow shelter

What is this unto?
If I have to mirror my heart to you
What is this unto?
I can't help but feel like my love is

Lured her down, with soil and flowers
I lift my gaze away, let my stomach turn sour
Sixty-four years is just around the corner
Can't afford to lose my day just 'cause some girl's life is over

Giving into my corroding virtues
I'm terrified just hearing someone speak the truth

What is this unto?
If I have to mirror my heart to you
What is this unto?
I can't help but feel like my love is
What is this unto?
If I have to mirror my heart to you
What is this unto?
I can't help but feel like my love is new

What is this unto?
If I have to mirror my heart to you
What is this unto?
I can't help but feel like my love is new
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
I feel like my love is new
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
Can't help but feel like my love is

I feel like my love is
I feel like my love is doomed