A young lady was lying on a chair Her skin was pale and dry All cracked up and translucent, A chrysalis of glass Her hands were joined, her fingers coiled, She was all wrapped in dust Between her arms and her ribs, a hole Her heart was full of loss
She passed the line between pain and love Her face soon turned dry Once she sat, she never moved again Her heart was full of wine
Sad visions from her life Are haunting this abandoned house From the walls to the bleak garden Everything seems to be wrapped in the past She passed so many hours thinking about his hands They should have been so soft and smooth He was already dead, in her womb
She passed the line between pain and love Her face soon turned dry Once she sat, she never moved again Her heart was full of wine
She passed the line between pain and love Her blood turned black and sweet ‘Cause her heart was wine Her hands were nailed between each other She lost a piece of her fragile soul With her dead child, it’s gone Her heart was wine Her heart was full of wine
She cried so many times Thinking about his hands Silently, she died alone Abandoned
Her life breath seemed to spread To the plants around her house Devouring it like a rotting corpse Life and Death have never been so close
She passed the line between pain and love Her face soon turned dry Once she sat, she never moved again Her heart was full of wineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
