A churring tribe of insects on the mountainside Orchestrate a hopeful symphony The buzzing flows from my fingers to my toes And strikes a pulse with the rope bridge's sway
One year has passed since i laid her in the grass Bound by a lantern The mystic said it would raise her from the dead Give her a year and a setting sun, setting sun, setting sun
My eyes adjust into the velvet touch of dusk The trail ahead exhales a pinpoint flame Here comes my wife shes from the other side of life Dripping lace as the rope bridge sways
Her lantern light, so comfoting this night One year I've waited yeah yeah To see her dress glow a midnight shillouette Soft, aching angel broke by life broke by life broke by life broke by
As the rope bridge sways Through decaying summer days Secret hands of blood and ice blood and ice blood and ice yeah yeah sway the bridge into the night
As the rope bride sways The burns are gone from her face Forbidden measures brought her up But God gave the will to love.
I hear the swinging I feel the swinging her hips are swinging the bridge is swinging yeah yeah yeah Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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