Žodžiai dainai: The Smiths. The Queen Is Dead. I Know It's Over.

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well, enough said
I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go, oh

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
Though she needs you
More than she loves you

And I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over

I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said

"If you're so funny then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?"

"I know 'cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms"

It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over

Love is natural and real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head