Rufus Wainwright
Miscellaneous
When You Die of Our Loves
Written by Gilles Vigneault
When you die of our loves
I will go plant in the garden
Flower to bloom early in the morning
Half metal, half paper
To hurt my foot a little
Die a very sweet death
Let a flower grow
When you die of our loves
I will do it to the tune of this time
Singer song for seven years
You will hear it, you will learn it
And your lips will be grateful to me
Die a very weary death
Let me do it
When you die of our loves
I will make two books so beautiful
That they will serve as your tomb
And I will lie there in my turn
For I will die the same day
Die a very tender death
À wait for them
When you die of our loves
I will hang myself with the key
On the hook of botched happiness
And the paths we conquered
No one will ever know by whom
Die an exquisite death
Let me say it
When you die of our loves
If you have too little left of me
Don't let me don't ask why
In the lies that would follow
We would be neither beautiful nor true
Die a very quick death
Let me follow you

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