Song | My Body, A Funeral |
Artist | My Dying Bride |
Album | For Lies I Sire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : My Dying Bride | |
The ruin of your face Pours down like lead tears As you sit by my side Confess to me your fears Drink deep the wreck of me My body is a funeral | |
I fail to find comfort In your pale cold eyes Worn loosely about me You hang there dying off me Deep in the misery Of my long arms. Weeping I cradle your tired head This moment for the keeping | |
Her hand raised from the shadows in silence Like a dying victim of a biblical plague A strange mix of innocence and horror Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back Her burning stare. Like minute blazing suns Roars into the back of my head And I simply move away | |
I will sing you this song of All my pain. So listen Great roaring. Tears pouring Down unto me from my lover The winter in your soul Has frozen me forever. |
zuo qu : My Dying Bride | |
The ruin of your face Pours down like lead tears As you sit by my side Confess to me your fears Drink deep the wreck of me My body is a funeral | |
I fail to find comfort In your pale cold eyes Worn loosely about me You hang there dying off me Deep in the misery Of my long arms. Weeping I cradle your tired head This moment for the keeping | |
Her hand raised from the shadows in silence Like a dying victim of a biblical plague A strange mix of innocence and horror Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back Her burning stare. Like minute blazing suns Roars into the back of my head And I simply move away | |
I will sing you this song of All my pain. So listen Great roaring. Tears pouring Down unto me from my lover The winter in your soul Has frozen me forever. |
zuò qǔ : My Dying Bride | |
The ruin of your face Pours down like lead tears As you sit by my side Confess to me your fears Drink deep the wreck of me My body is a funeral | |
I fail to find comfort In your pale cold eyes Worn loosely about me You hang there dying off me Deep in the misery Of my long arms. Weeping I cradle your tired head This moment for the keeping | |
Her hand raised from the shadows in silence Like a dying victim of a biblical plague A strange mix of innocence and horror Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back Her burning stare. Like minute blazing suns Roars into the back of my head And I simply move away | |
I will sing you this song of All my pain. So listen Great roaring. Tears pouring Down unto me from my lover The winter in your soul Has frozen me forever. |