Warm Wolves (Milking Mary) - Elvis Depressedly

Warm wolves milking Mary

In the skull of a girl made of flowers

My angel’s gone crazy

As her heart is being devoured

I treated you badly and

Don’t want to be forgiven

Forgot the taste of candy

Right after I lost all vision

The leaves are growing older

In the dark, I lie here beneath them

The sun smiles as it gets colder

More than once or twice, I have asked him

«Why can’t I stop thinking

And live pretty just like a flower?»

I question while I’m still drinking

And not kissing your eyes at this hour