"Brompton Oratory" (Mark Lanegan) Transmutaciones (23)

Mark Lanegan: "Brompton Oratory" (Nick Cave)

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips