Cemetry gates

Foto: Roberto Nasi














A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

(Cemetry Gates - Smiths)