Song | The Bride |
Artist | Dirty Projectors |
Album | Bitte Orca |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
an anonymous bouquet | |
raised a longing in the bride | |
beckoning everyone in for the good news that | |
no one has any good reason to live | |
tears of laughter did pervade | |
your ambivalent behavior | |
where was your diamond engaged but an instinct | |
could be written over like a page | |
in a dead book, yeah | |
whose cascading empathy | |
could really reach beyond tomorrow | |
and when the tear ducts dry up | |
when the clarion calls | |
will be anyone listening at all |