Three Sisters - The Divine Comedy

This autumn breeze

Shall strip the trees

And freeze me to the bone

Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so?

Knowledge is a curse

But ignorance is worse, I fear

Would you agree, my dear?

I have watched you grow

>From the same seed as my own shall grow

And they will never know

This autumn breeze

Can strip the trees

And freeze me to the bone

Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so?

I don’t know

Pleasure is a sin

And abstinence shall win this day

And that’s the way it’s gonna stay

Black Parisienne lace

Your salvation, my disgrace

My God

Where did you go wrong?

This autumn breeze

Shall strip the trees

And freeze me to the bone

Oh, why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so?

I don’t know

I don’t know if I can stop my eyes from drifting slowly

Over holy terrors of the soul

No self-control

That autumn chill

Is with me still