You're just too, too obscure for me - you don't really get through to me.
And there's no need for you to talk that way
Is there any less pessimistic things to say?

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like Death and the Maiden
Ah Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...

I still choose to lose the way I like - fool around, split my lungs out of spite.
But I won't reject so long as you make sense.
But I'm through with the rules and the vague intentions.

You shouldn't talk to me - find better company.
There's better people to know.
You'll only end up like Rimbaud
Get shot by Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...

The way you think is oh-so-bloody stale
Your sanity looks pretty frail.
You have to clutch at every tiny straw
And I can't stomach that at all.

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like Death and the Maiden
Ah Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...


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Death and the Maiden song meanings
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