A Bottle of Poison (Live)
That dark blue liquid
That I slipped into your drink
As I was standing by the sideboard
I turned and handed you the prepared glass
Love is so bitter, love is so giddy
Love is so twisted
Our faces glittered in guilt
I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
You murdered me, I murdered you
We're gonna end up looking like
Little boy blue
And I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
That dark blue liquid
That you slipped into my drink
As you were standing by the sideboard
You turned and handed me
The prepared glass
The taste was so bitter, I felt so giddy
Our bodies twisted by the mantlepiece
The glass fell from your fingers in splinters
I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
You murdered me, I murdered you
We're gonna end up looking like
Little boy blue
And I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling off into a dark and angry sky
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling off into a dark and angry sky
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling
No more handmade chocolates round the fire
That I slipped into your drink
As I was standing by the sideboard
I turned and handed you the prepared glass
Love is so bitter, love is so giddy
Love is so twisted
Our faces glittered in guilt
I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
You murdered me, I murdered you
We're gonna end up looking like
Little boy blue
And I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
That dark blue liquid
That you slipped into my drink
As you were standing by the sideboard
You turned and handed me
The prepared glass
The taste was so bitter, I felt so giddy
Our bodies twisted by the mantlepiece
The glass fell from your fingers in splinters
I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
You murdered me, I murdered you
We're gonna end up looking like
Little boy blue
And I'll meet you at the bottom of
A bottle of poison
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling off into a dark and angry sky
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling off into a dark and angry sky
And like a windmill I swing my arms
And go swirling
No more handmade chocolates round the fire
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Marks
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