Song | Bird On Your Grave |
Artist | Marissa Nadler |
Album | Song 3: Bird On The Water |
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Bird on your grave | |
Tomorrow I’m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for you | |
Kyle says you’ve been dead for a couple of months | |
And I’ve been thinking your still here my friend | |
And I still have your songs in my head | |
And your face engraved into the glass of me | |
Tomorrow I’m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for thee | |
And he misses you when you’re gone | |
When you’re gone, you’re gone | |
Tomorrow I’m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
With a note and | |
I’m hoping it will last for days | |
Faded from flesh they put flowers on your grave | |
With a great box of cedar where they buried you |
Bird on your grave | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for you | |
Kyle says you' ve been dead for a couple of months | |
And I' ve been thinking your still here my friend | |
And I still have your songs in my head | |
And your face engraved into the glass of me | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for thee | |
And he misses you when you' re gone | |
When you' re gone, you' re gone | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
With a note and | |
I' m hoping it will last for days | |
Faded from flesh they put flowers on your grave | |
With a great box of cedar where they buried you |
Bird on your grave | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for you | |
Kyle says you' ve been dead for a couple of months | |
And I' ve been thinking your still here my friend | |
And I still have your songs in my head | |
And your face engraved into the glass of me | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
And say a little prayer for thee | |
And he misses you when you' re gone | |
When you' re gone, you' re gone | |
Tomorrow I' m gonna leave a bird on your grave | |
With a note and | |
I' m hoping it will last for days | |
Faded from flesh they put flowers on your grave | |
With a great box of cedar where they buried you |