Interpret:

Hole

Album:

Celebrity Skin

She's the angel on top 
of the tree 
sugar, honey, here she comes 
She's going to fall on me 
innocence was our fire 
we told the truth 
I miss the sweet boys in the 
Summer of their youth 


CHORUS (x2) 
Tear the petals off of you 
And make you tell the truth 
Tear the petals off of you 


They will make you so, so cynical 
the fire burns the flesh; 
destroys the best that made our souls 
She's the grace of this world 
She's too pure 
For the likes of this world 
this world is a whore 


CHORUS (x2) 


oh, it's all mine 
yeah, hey, it's all mine 
I never knew what I could be 
oh the darling buds of May 
they fall with no sound 
they carry you down 
they carry you down 
oooooh 
ooooh ooh oooooh 


All the lilies bloomed and blossomed 
Wilted and they're shivering 
I can't stop their withering 
Oh, this world is a war 


CHORUS (x3)