Blood letter On a parchment so clean But day by day the stainless Fades from white to glory Blood letter Penned with pleading hands A dialect of neglectedness I'll never understand She's writing red calligraphy On the razors edge between Hope and loss and out of ink Blood letter Doesn't wear it on her sleeve But knows the brush and depth to cut To make the canvas bleed Blood letter Emblazoned on her skin A gallery of tempt and pain For which there is no end She's writing red calligraphy On the razors edge between Hope and loss and out of ink On the razors edge between A badge of honor Or a wound that's festering I want to understand Why won't she let me in? Why won't she let me in? A cry for help is now bleeding out A cry for help is now bleeding out I should have known That it wasn't a show I should have known I should have known She's writing red calligraphy On the razors edge between Hope and loss and out of ink On the razors edge between A badge of honor Or a wound that's festering I want to understand Why won't she let me in? A cry for help is now bleeding out A cry for help is now bleeding outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
