See my love is asleep on the floor, In a pose that's familiar. See my son will just send you to war, If the battle don't kill you. I've a change in mind, Calling all the time. But I don't want to live at your side Though the rose is vermilion, 'Cause I find it so hard to survive, Without when within you, My sweet Lavinia. All the years buried under the floor And the wounds in the parlour Would have come up to greet us before If it werent for my heart cause I've her name in mine, and its calling all the time My sweet Lavinia. For my sweet Lavinia. My sweet... My sweet Lavinia. My sweet Lavinia. My sweet Lavinia. My sweet Lavinia. Ohh. Ohh.
