(...) She is checking her make-up.
Her smile is giving nothing away.
You better kill me before I kill you.
You look good in black.
Whowill pay the bill and keep on walking.
Will get a hole in their back.Two suntanned lovers.
Love did not die, it just went dry.
Fading into the sunset.
Those bones of love passing by.
You better kill me before I kill you.
You look good in black.
Whowill pay the bill and keep on walking.
Will get a hole in their back.
Anita Lipnicka, John Porter - "Bones of love"