The Ashes In Her Breath - Ashbury Heights

You’re living in a fog

Of burning leaves

Countess countless venom

Miss disease

Your busy fingers

Have yellow tips

They’re always serving

Your busy lips

The ashes in your breath

Taste like cancer

The somber scent of death

You’re a poison tip dancer

But still I love you

I love you so much

I could choke on your fumes

But I live for your touch

The state of your lungs

Is the state I’m in

And the air around you

Is getting thin

I don’t sleep anymore

Just living the past

'Cause every moment with you

Is gonna be my last

The ashes in your breath

Taste like cancer

The somber scent of death

You’re a poison tip dancer

But still I love you

I love you so much

I could choke on your fumes

But I live for your touch