Song | Of Sorry Eyes in March |
Artist | My Dying Bride |
Album | Evinta |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Destiny marks your life | |
With a knowing indie. | |
The act of desire has walked on by. | |
An ancient soul limps from your eyes | |
It is just your tears left to it. | |
Flies lie dying on your soury lips | |
And on young love's broken wings. | |
And the stone that lets you drown | |
You are not worth stopping for. | |
The Earth, | |
With all its blessing | |
And the endless [patterns?] of night. | |
Lay a raft of gold for you | |
My field here | |
Is where we end. |