Where Do I Go From You?

Announcements from the mountain
I'm stranded by your side
I took you for a cut and break Madonna
You took me for a child
And the loser takes his prize

I heard it on the battlefield
Your beauty's ruined lives
Pin poppies to the victims glistening
Who've fallen for your thighs
And the loser takes his prize

This town's a bloody gallows block
And these are revolutionary times
Decapitated love scenes and treachery
And gave them to your eyes
And the loser takes his prize

So waltz me to the hospital
My heart's a collapsing mine
I showed you all of life's most poignant moments
You never even cry
And the loser takes his prize

Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?
Where do I go from you?