But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
A woman in Paris, or somewhere similar,
Perhaps London, in another time
Was came upon by two suitors
The latter less fair in appearance, she chose the former
In favor of his beauty
Neglecting to see the heart behind the smile
The lie hidden in the promise
To have and to hold
Truly, till death would they part