Purple Prose

Purple Prose - Little Death songtekst

Je score:

The good could not enfold us
We grew wrong, so long ago
The few who take flight with 
their sorrow
And refuse to let go
How our cries lie frozen deep 
Beneath muzzled smiles 
Like nerve gas their
violence slowly seeps 
Through the dusk of empty lives 
Oh! We know
As we're kissing slow
A bruised mouth knows no worth 

We can't move
never move forward
never move forward
Under the floors we caress upon 
A cell of broken hearts sobs
and calls
We toss them drugged avowals 
of hope
Too late, black rain falls 
Hindsight shrinks into the dark 
Leaving a sad still lake of pain 
We choke back its tides forever
Cursing our fate 
The dead weight of our fate
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Ian Ramsey

Componist: Klein / Braito / Cordemans / Plas / Ysaye

Publisher: BMG Belgium NV/SA

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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