Tekster: Suzanne Vega. Nine Objects Of Desire. Tombstone.

{Once more
One, two, three, four}

I like a tombstone cause it
Weathers well
And if it stands or if it crumbles only
Time will tell

And you can carve my name in marble
You must cut it deep
There'll be no dancing on the gravestone
You must let me sleep

And time is burning, burning, burning
Till it burns away

I don't need to see the gates of
Famous men
But I do try to see the kingdom
Every now and then

And if you ask me where it is, it's on a
Humble map
And I know to enter in the doorway
Show your handicap

And time is burning, burning, burning
Till it burns away

I like a tombstone cause it
Weathers well
And if it stands or if it crumbles only
Time will tell

And you can carve my name in marble
You must cut it deep
There'll be no dancing on the gravestone
You must let me sleep

And time is burning, burning, burning
Till it burns away

And time is burning, burning, burning
Till it burns away

Burns away
Burns away