Nico — Genghis Khan Alternate Take

I have come to lie with you I have come to die with you On your padded shoulder and your golden chest In a wilderness of glass we rest And all the flowers they are our words And my chances follow dances Into a storm afraid A sweet and bitter rest he gets A sweet and bitter rest he gets I have come to lie with you I have come to die with you And all the flowers they are our words And all the flowers they are our words