Bed of Poppies

[Intro: Matthew Colthart]
Oh my love, oh my lover
When did we die to one another?
Flames of passion now have faded
Resting in our bed of poppies
The dead so soon grow cold

[Verse 1: Matthew Colthart]
Though you’re suffocated you linger with me still
Lying there with dreaming eyes and wounds that will not heal
Some kill with a look or a flattering word
The coward a kiss, the brave man the sword
Some strangle with lust or with hands of gold

[Chorus 1: Matthew Colthart]
Oh my love, mea culpa
You fought for air but I held you under
Drowning in our bed of poppies
The dead so soon grow cold

[Verse 2: Naomi Scott]
Despite how much I loved you the storm would not let me go
I left you clinging to the cliffs, the jagged rocks below
Some kill when they’re old, some when they're young
The Thief bears a knife the Pirate a gun
I killed through inaction, a deed undone
[Chorus 2: Naomi Scott]
Oh my love, mea culpa
I turned and ran when I heard the thunder
Hiding in our bed of poppies
The dead so soon grow cold

[Outro: Both]
Can the grave give back its dead?
Could we live all over again?
No words of love can dead lips send
So is this the end?