歌词

The trees will be grey as long as you'll stay I prayed yesterday, could you hear me anyway? You trace your fingers right down my spine Cold breath reminds me that you are mine Lick off your dagger, tighten your talons Pick me up high by the skin of my back Don't you feel sorry for bones when you drop me Lay me down softly in oceans of black Blue air caress me, cold ground please kiss me I fell in the snow and punched through a hole Lick of your dagger, tighten your talons Leave me there flat on my back My ribs must be showing I'm falling apart Am I the same as I was at the start? I'll be a martyr, I'll starve for my art Are we the same as we were at the start? Lick off your dagger, tighten your talons Pick me up high by the skin of my back Don't you feel sorry for bones when you drop me Lay me down softly in oceans of black Blue air caress me, cold ground please kiss me I fell in the snow and punched through a hole Lick of your dagger, tighten your talons, leave me there
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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