I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox
Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks
Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery
And held my breath, and thought about your death
--
And I saw the crumbling tombstones
All forgotten names
--
And the ground gave way beneath my feet
And the earth took me in her arms
Leaves covered my face
Ants marched across my back
Black sky opened up, blinding me
--
And I smelled her burning flesh
Her rotting bones
Her decay
I ran and I ran
I'm still running away
One of her best songs. What kind of poetry
Both are a cute little side note on their respective albums.
) that Erotica would be the greatest album of all time if This Used To Be My Playground had been included or if it had taken the place of either In This Life or Why's It So Hard.
