Testo Emily

It was the third or the fourth of May
Just like any other day
When a cool summer breeze made us roll down our sleeves
It was on its way

I was the third or the fourth to say:
?There's trouble on it's way?
A sudden lack of sound was getting closer to town it was on its way

Doors were shut
Men would stay in
Focused on saving their skin

It swept through the town
We were scattered around
I was down on my knees
Begging her please
To stay, to go
To leave me alone

I was the third or the fourth who was slain
It was those lips that caused the pain She wouldn't lower her pace
She left without a trace
She was on her way

Doors were locked
Men would stay in
prayed to be rid of their sins

It swept through the town
We were scattered around
I was down on my knees
Begging her please
To stay, to go
Begging for more
A touch, an embrace
A smile on her face
As we knelt and we bent
Awaiting the end
It was hitting us hard
We were driven apart
Please stay
Please go
Please leave us alone