Peter Murphy - My Last Two Weeks lyrics

When I returned You buried my last two weeks My last two weeks Of my new times So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful A wasted mouthful Because of a trip That was trapped inside you I was trapped inside you And always imagined That I could I always imagined Imagined I would Conjure you up Conjure you up So it didn't seem like It didn't seem like I was conditioned I was conditioned about that So it didn't seem like A wasted mouthful Am I untruthful Am I untruthful As a result of being Maybe Maybe it was too soon The red rose I liken it to the flicker of the pure Fleeting moments Precede our actions Light that's not burning Light that's not burning No more lost sinking feeling Tethered to your shoe Tethered to you We ask the controller He sends us flames Our lying bodies sleep His whispered word says Ah this is how This is how it looks From where we weep Tethered to red rose Tethered to your shoe To the seven of cups Tethered to you