Lyrics The Art Of Suicide

The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying away which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover's lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why...

Why live a life that's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life...
Why live a life...

The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Convey's a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why...

Why live a life that's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life...
Why live a life...

Why live a life that's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life...
Why live a life...

Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like gloomy sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets.
We don't need anymore!
The world is full of singers.
We don't need anymore!
The world is full of lovers.
We don't need anymore!