(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
Cast down and covered in black.
Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
I've already forgiven you.
And blood was running down
Her dress in streams into her hands where she
Was stitching on the flesh he left
In sections on the carpet near a bed that
Never slept while she was sleeping
In her clothes that he had laid with on
The floor with all his fingers crossed
Wouldn't grow.
But how it grew,
And how it hurt,
And how it hallowed every memory had
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
Just a shadow of the past before the war.
All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
What a bunch of fools we lovers are
When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.08](Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
[00:44.28]Cast down and covered in black.
[00:46.47]Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
[00:48.96]Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
[00:50.79]Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
[00:56.70]I've already forgiven you.
[01:01.08]And blood was running down
[01:02.37]Her dress in streams into her hands where she
[01:04.71]Was stitching on the flesh he left
[01:07.11]In sections on the carpet near a bed that
[01:10.41]Never slept while she was sleeping
[01:12.75]In her clothes that he had laid with on
[01:15.54]The floor with all his fingers crossed
[01:19.41]Wouldn't grow.
[01:20.52]But how it grew,
[01:21.87]And how it hurt,
[01:23.07]And how it hallowed every memory had
[01:26.10]Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
[01:29.40]Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
[01:34.71]What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
[01:37.23]And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
[01:44.82]Just a shadow of the past before the war.
[01:48.18]All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
[01:51.93]And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
[01:59.16]What a bunch of fools we lovers are
[02:03.54]When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
Cast down and covered in black.
Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
I've already forgiven you.
And blood was running down
Her dress in streams into her hands where she
Was stitching on the flesh he left
In sections on the carpet near a bed that
Never slept while she was sleeping
In her clothes that he had laid with on
The floor with all his fingers crossed
Wouldn't grow.
But how it grew,
And how it hurt,
And how it hallowed every memory had
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
Just a shadow of the past before the war.
All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
What a bunch of fools we lovers are
When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.08](Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
[00:44.28]Cast down and covered in black.
[00:46.47]Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
[00:48.96]Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
[00:50.79]Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
[00:56.70]I've already forgiven you.
[01:01.08]And blood was running down
[01:02.37]Her dress in streams into her hands where she
[01:04.71]Was stitching on the flesh he left
[01:07.11]In sections on the carpet near a bed that
[01:10.41]Never slept while she was sleeping
[01:12.75]In her clothes that he had laid with on
[01:15.54]The floor with all his fingers crossed
[01:19.41]Wouldn't grow.
[01:20.52]But how it grew,
[01:21.87]And how it hurt,
[01:23.07]And how it hallowed every memory had
[01:26.10]Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
[01:29.40]Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
[01:34.71]What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
[01:37.23]And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
[01:44.82]Just a shadow of the past before the war.
[01:48.18]All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
[01:51.93]And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
[01:59.16]What a bunch of fools we lovers are
[02:03.54]When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
Forget all the fears you've kept about love and *** and death and faith,
Erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts.
Let...
Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody...
I know that someday you'll be sleeping,
Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will r...
Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a film strip
Faint glimmer of the past trapped in mother's old slides
Sits still in the apartment while siftin...
On the ridge, there's a camera
And a DP framing the shot
Of a hillside at twilight
In the foreground, there's a paved road lit
Tunneled headlights, bu...
"Up, M'Lady - Pack your things, this place is not your home.
Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride."
Tonight we ride.
"An...
"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home. Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride." "And how we've trembl...
An outcry
To lost dreams and sense of wonder
To the streets that raised him
Say, "Goodbye" and "Be gone" and "Be great"
To the friends who left when t...
She is mine.
You stole her, somehow tricked her but
We'll survive.
We will. She loves me dearly—you'll see.
You are blind.
She loves me dearly.
Breath...