Song | Victoria |
Artist | Birdeatsbaby |
Album | Feast of Hammers |
Victoria, I hate to be the one to tell you this: | |
It’s gone beyond | |
Everyone’s idea of a joke | |
I know you’re here | |
On every surface I can smell you near | |
The scent of cigarettes and Belvadere | |
Victoria | |
Morning came, you changed your name | |
Into a V | |
no one knows | |
What you saw, that made your poor | |
heart bleed | |
Triumphantly | |
You did declare your only love was me | |
So how could he | |
shut you away? | |
But when I sing | |
I hear you end and then I begin | |
It’s sickening | |
in a curious way | |
But he was strong, his arms were long | |
Longer than yours | |
What a cruel finishing, diminishing | |
Just to be sure | |
He’ll know your name | |
And I now I know I can feel your pain | |
Again and again and again | |
What have I done? | |
My cell is cold | |
I am so empty and unconsoled | |
Once was so proud and so very bold | |
Oh, Victoria | |
I was alive, so many times | |
Under your spell | |
It’s just as well | |
You are gone, I won’t be wrong | |
in hell | |
All of your ashes still burning | |
Voices that call in the night | |
I feel as if I have carried you all of my life | |
Victoria, I will remember nothing else, | |
Victoria, you were the one |
Victoria, I hate to be the one to tell you this: | |
It' s gone beyond | |
Everyone' s idea of a joke | |
I know you' re here | |
On every surface I can smell you near | |
The scent of cigarettes and Belvadere | |
Victoria | |
Morning came, you changed your name | |
Into a V | |
no one knows | |
What you saw, that made your poor | |
heart bleed | |
Triumphantly | |
You did declare your only love was me | |
So how could he | |
shut you away? | |
But when I sing | |
I hear you end and then I begin | |
It' s sickening | |
in a curious way | |
But he was strong, his arms were long | |
Longer than yours | |
What a cruel finishing, diminishing | |
Just to be sure | |
He' ll know your name | |
And I now I know I can feel your pain | |
Again and again and again | |
What have I done? | |
My cell is cold | |
I am so empty and unconsoled | |
Once was so proud and so very bold | |
Oh, Victoria | |
I was alive, so many times | |
Under your spell | |
It' s just as well | |
You are gone, I won' t be wrong | |
in hell | |
All of your ashes still burning | |
Voices that call in the night | |
I feel as if I have carried you all of my life | |
Victoria, I will remember nothing else, | |
Victoria, you were the one |