FallenAngel
Administrator
Messages : 2052
Date d'inscription : 2012-05-25
Age : 31
Localisation : Poitiers
 | | Subject: Paroles : The Mortician's Daughter 25.05.12 23:32 | |
| I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals ... no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.
I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crush.
A universal still,
No rust.
No dust will ever grow in this frame,
One million years I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I love you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head, but I promised you "I will see you again,"
Again.
I sit here and smile dear,
I smile because I think of you, and blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head
But I promised you that I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you and I left you.
Regrets no longer in my head,
I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again.
I'm home again
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Nika-Chan
Designer
Messages : 726
Date d'inscription : 2012-05-29
Age : 37
Localisation : Bxl
| | Subject: Re: Paroles : The Mortician's Daughter 15.07.12 18:14 | |
| I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals ... no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.
I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crush.
A universal still,
No rust.
No dust will ever grow in this frame,
One million years I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I love you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head, but I promised you "I will see you again,"
Again.
I sit here and smile dear,
I smile because I think of you, and blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head
But I promised you that I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you and I left you.
Regrets no longer in my head,
I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again.
I'm home again | |
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