Paris Paloma - last woman on earth Lyrics


Cremate me
Deliver me to safety
So that when it’s spent maybe
It will be my own
Scatter ashes
Leave no marker where you plant it
So the hordes will be disbanded as they search
On a treasure map for my headstone

Leave me to the beasts and bears
I’d rather that the feast was theirs
They can’t reserve neighbouring plots
Or request to be buried on top
Leave me for a day or two
To make sure that I turn blue
For the first time since I drew breath
I’m undesirable again

I’m undesirable again

I’ll tattoo it
Just so they think it’s ruined
And if they think it’s ruined, it’s easier to save
But please hurry, if you really love me
You’ll dispose of me, unceremoniously in the waves

Leave me to the trees and air
I’d rather that the feast was theirs
They can’t reserve neighbouring plots
Or buy cuttings of my priceless locks
Leave me for two days or three
‘Til my fingertips turn green
For the first time since I drew breath
I’m undesirable again

I’m undesirable again

And they will come, in such dismay
That they never did discover where I lay
And I will burn my flesh and form
Screaming the words
It will never be yours
I’ll take the flame over desecration
Promise you’ll make on these arrangements
Don’t you dare think it’s overkill
I wouldn’t wish the watching on anybody
So if for that reason only
Swear to me you will

Leave me to the beasts and bears
I’d rather that the feast was theirs
They can’t reserve neighbouring plots
Or request to be buried on top
Leave me for a day or two
To make sure that I turn blue
For the first time since I drew breath
I’m undesirable again

Paris Paloma - last woman on earth Lyrics

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