Nothing Like A Cup Of

There Was Never An Accident.rebecca Was Not Drowned At All. I Killed Her.i Shot Rebecca In The Cottage In The Cove.i Carried Her Body To The Cabin, And Took The Boat Out That Night And Sunk It There, Where They Found It Today.it's Rebecca Who's Lying Dead There On The Cabin Floor.will You Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me That You Love Me Now?

... And Through It All And Afterwards They Would Be Together, Making Their Own World Where Nothing Mattered But The Things They Could Give To One Another, The Loveliness, The Silence, And The Peace.

Will You Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me That You Love Me Now?

It Wouldn't Make For Sanity Would It, Living With The Devil.

I Have No Talent For Making New Friends, But Oh Such Genius For Fidelity To Old Ones.