Nicholas Allbrook - Pretty Story lyrics

When we're all dead and gone and the new me is being born And we're smashed against the rocks all sick and all forlorn Don't cry, don't worry, it'll make a pretty story, ah He's black with rage, rage fills my heart He's black with rage, rage fills my heart He's black with rage, rage fills my heart He's black with rage, rage fills my heart When our bodies are entwined and the last spark of love has shined And the final dinner's cooked and dined, we sip the wine, look refined Don't cry, don't worry, it'll make a pretty story, ah yeah He's black with rage, rage fills my heart He's black with rage, rage fills my heart And if your (?) wayward night (?) (?) (?) (?) looking at me (?), tell me how does this all make you feel (?) don't cry, don't worry, yeah, we'll don't cry, don't worry, oh He's back with rage