Slain By your zirconium smile I was slain By your olivine eyes Slain I was lying in piles Hoping shovels would cast me Furnaces burn everlasting Black tattoos of you onto me Furnaces burn everlasting Black tattoos
Burn Brand my memory Black A tattoo of you Wash Me with your mouth Brackish bright water from your eyes I’ll homing pigeon fly To hover by your window white and shy Homing pigeon fly To hover by
Spill My ashes to the wind Ghosts Can gather what they’ve found Now We can struggle in the web We can struggle With white spider stars coming down And night blowing black from the ground…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
