Gloria

I'm calling again
Without much hope
You play dead
What kind of glory
Do you get from it?
When you kill me
When you kill me

I'm calling again
I've drunk, I admit
A little liquor
Without the slightest taste
Would you be angry with me
If I kill you?
If I do
I'll wait until you've slept
For a long time
Until the elm leaves
Were white gold
For this flashback
Of flesh and blood

Gloria