O, I bask in the sorrow And i bathe In this guilt cascading me. I languish unhindered In this filth so becoming of me. SO becoming of me I thought i could swim It's surface so clear Yet it's here i shall drown Within my own MY OWN tears And i fall deeper, fall further Into my own MY OWN SOUL “Twas thrice and at the behest of my lovely queen, You had asked ME for my hand Thrice i said wait, AND thrice i said maybe And with that you took flight, A mistake I made ……. ”“Twas thrice and at the behest of my lovely queen, You had asked ME for my hand YES,Thrice i said wait, YES, thrice i said maybe And with that you took flight, A mistake I made ……. Gravely” “Twas thrice and at the behest of my lovely queen, You had asked for my hand Thrice i said wait, thrice i said maybe And with that you took flight, A mistake I made ……. so very gravely” Make home in these embers magnificence sure to fade Enveloped neath these darkened skies From the blackness of night, A kiss goodnight Transfixed and hypnotised by your gaze I noticed not, That it is i Staring from within this grave Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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