Orange is the color of my love Fragile orange wind in the garden Fragile means that I can hear her flesh Crying little rivers in her forearm Fragile is that I mourn her death As our limbs are twisting in her bedroom
Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes
Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes
She tells me to close and count to ten As I wander freely through the forest Can I close and open once again? The question that I seek for reassurance
Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes
Lies lies lies Lies in her eyes
Hound dogs crowing at the stars above Pigeons fall like snowflakes at the border She kneels down and holds the frozen dove Moon drips like water from her shoulder
Flies flies flies Flies from her eyes
Flies flies flies Flies from her eyes
Orange is the color of my love Fragile orange wind in the garden Fragile means that I can hear her flesh Crying little rivers in her forearm Fragile is that I mourn her death As our limbs are twisting in her bedroomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
