Purple Prose

Purple Prose - The Heart Hunts Alone songtekst

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Het met her by the water
like blood her lips
sweet and red
There was snow on the fields
Bare black trees, skies of lead
and he knew he'd never forget her
The sly tilt of her head
every glance like a chorus 
from heaven 
As they walked in silence
from the life they had let
The heart hunts alone 
in a hood of stone 

As hope bides its time 
Waiting and blind
for the next crime
Some blows go beyond hurt 
The things that she said
flaunting like a flag 
her indifference 
the world won't stop laughing
and it's crushing his head
the visions he fed
in the ice of his bed
Now the snow looks the same 
but the day, sparks and flames
and her lips, her lips taste so dead
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Dani Klein / Ian Ramsey

Componist: Klein / Braito / Cordemans / Plas / Ysaye

Publisher: BMG Ariola Belgium NV/SA

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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