It's Your Love

Woe is a gobstobber in my mouth Hold my breath, count to ten, spit it out Hair on my head falls like autumn leaves My mirror shows a weight of human frailty It's your love It's your love It's your love It's your love Your hand in the shape of a gun It's your love Blue is the dress for the bride to be A prophecy revealed in every magazine The world is a mirror born inside my cheek And I'm spitting glass I'm spinning plates like circus freaks is It's your love It's your love It's your love It's your love Your hand in the shape of a gun It's your love I choose a blue veil In the red room And if I'm a good girl Can we go home soon? I saw the black dog I got stage fright It's your love Boy, your love makes me alright It's your love It's your love It's your love It's your love Your hand in the shape of a gun It's your love You're my love You're my love You're my love You're my love And I turned all the flames in the sun in sorrow