Cemetery Days from 2030 by Bovary

You said you’ll meet me for teatime
On Mr Drummond’s tomb
So I comb my falling hair
And gather some chrysanthemums

I remember when we first met
You were crying in your scarlet gown
I made you dance to the crows’ call
And fell for you hollow eyes

Life is as good as a gothic tombstone
In our cemetery days
Now I’m here and I forget what I’ve been taught
In our cemetery days

Oh I love the taste of your bones
And your misty winter morning breath
Let me stroke your pale and eerie breast
As Miss Rose flowers her husband’s grave

You hold my phalanges tight
As we wait for the twilight
You murmur in my ear
« I’m so glad to be dead dear »

Life is as good as a gothic tombstone
In our cemetery days
Now I’m here and I forget what I’ve been taught
In our cemetery days

Oh my love,
I cherish the day, when you passed away
I cherish the day, when you passed away
I cherish the day, when you passed away

• 2030
• Rock
• bovary
• cemetery days
• french band
• pop
• power pop
• rock
• rock and roll
• France