Late Flowering Lust Songtext
von The Asphodells

My head is bald, my breath is bad
Unshaven is my chin
I have not now the joys I had
When I was young in sin
I run my fingers down your dress
With breathless certain aim
And you respond to my caress
And make me feel the same
And make me feel the same

I have a picture of my home
On this reunion night
We′re in two skeletons I've shown
To hold each other tight
The softness of our emptiness
Which once was love in ours
And now it opens for a kiss
There′s not no tongue in sight
There's not no tongue in sight


I cling to you in flame and fear
As now you cling to me
I feel how frail you are, my dear
And wonder what will be
A week or twenty years remain
And then what kind of death?
A losing fight with frightful pain
Or a ghastly frightful breath
Or a ghastly frightful breath

My head is bald, my breath is bad
Unshaven is my chin
I have not now the joys I had
When I was young in sin
Too long we've let our bodies grip
We cannot hide disgust
At all the thoughts that in us grip
From this late flowering lust
From this late flowering lust
From this late flowering, this late flowering
This late flowering lust
From this late flowering, this late flowering
This late flowering lust