Song | Stop Your Tears |
Artist | Aldous Harding |
Album | Aldous Harding |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:33.81] | I will never marry my love |
[00:41.09] | I will die waiting for the bells |
[00:48.62] | Death, come pull me underwater |
[00:57.01] | I have nothing left to fear from hell |
[01:04.93] | I was gifted at the music |
[01:12.07] | I was born the day the year was new |
[01:18.98] | Someone has stolen all the water |
[01:28.00] | I keep the pills inside an urn |
[01:35.57] | Lord, show me my daughter |
[01:43.16] | Show me her before she burned |
[02:04.59] | We go walking in the hallways |
[02:11.68] | Now and then a record gives a tune |
[02:18.33] | Sometimes we hang from our chambers |
[02:27.52] | Baudelaire in the afternoon |
[02:35.01] | The yellow rose is a stranger |
[02:43.51] | The devil’s invitation in bloom |
[03:19.28] | I stand looking at my chamber |
[03:26.34] | There are many things upon the floor |
[03:33.56] | The blade is ready for the slaughter |
[03:42.20] | The Virgin Mary hangs on the door |
[03:49.52] | I will arrive at death’s border |
[03:57.19] | Take back the cover God has torn from me |
[04:19.19] | I am at the river with baby |
[04:26.28] | Her father enters with a leap |
[04:33.93] | Hold her head above the water |
[04:43.87] | She is pale against the stream |
[04:50.56] | I am the horse beneath his daughter |
[04:58.54] | He is the mountain underneath |
[00:33.81] | I will never marry my love |
[00:41.09] | I will die waiting for the bells |
[00:48.62] | Death, come pull me underwater |
[00:57.01] | I have nothing left to fear from hell |
[01:04.93] | I was gifted at the music |
[01:12.07] | I was born the day the year was new |
[01:18.98] | Someone has stolen all the water |
[01:28.00] | I keep the pills inside an urn |
[01:35.57] | Lord, show me my daughter |
[01:43.16] | Show me her before she burned |
[02:04.59] | We go walking in the hallways |
[02:11.68] | Now and then a record gives a tune |
[02:18.33] | Sometimes we hang from our chambers |
[02:27.52] | Baudelaire in the afternoon |
[02:35.01] | The yellow rose is a stranger |
[02:43.51] | The devil' s invitation in bloom |
[03:19.28] | I stand looking at my chamber |
[03:26.34] | There are many things upon the floor |
[03:33.56] | The blade is ready for the slaughter |
[03:42.20] | The Virgin Mary hangs on the door |
[03:49.52] | I will arrive at death' s border |
[03:57.19] | Take back the cover God has torn from me |
[04:19.19] | I am at the river with baby |
[04:26.28] | Her father enters with a leap |
[04:33.93] | Hold her head above the water |
[04:43.87] | She is pale against the stream |
[04:50.56] | I am the horse beneath his daughter |
[04:58.54] | He is the mountain underneath |
[00:33.81] | I will never marry my love |
[00:41.09] | I will die waiting for the bells |
[00:48.62] | Death, come pull me underwater |
[00:57.01] | I have nothing left to fear from hell |
[01:04.93] | I was gifted at the music |
[01:12.07] | I was born the day the year was new |
[01:18.98] | Someone has stolen all the water |
[01:28.00] | I keep the pills inside an urn |
[01:35.57] | Lord, show me my daughter |
[01:43.16] | Show me her before she burned |
[02:04.59] | We go walking in the hallways |
[02:11.68] | Now and then a record gives a tune |
[02:18.33] | Sometimes we hang from our chambers |
[02:27.52] | Baudelaire in the afternoon |
[02:35.01] | The yellow rose is a stranger |
[02:43.51] | The devil' s invitation in bloom |
[03:19.28] | I stand looking at my chamber |
[03:26.34] | There are many things upon the floor |
[03:33.56] | The blade is ready for the slaughter |
[03:42.20] | The Virgin Mary hangs on the door |
[03:49.52] | I will arrive at death' s border |
[03:57.19] | Take back the cover God has torn from me |
[04:19.19] | I am at the river with baby |
[04:26.28] | Her father enters with a leap |
[04:33.93] | Hold her head above the water |
[04:43.87] | She is pale against the stream |
[04:50.56] | I am the horse beneath his daughter |
[04:58.54] | He is the mountain underneath |