It don't matter where you been The people try to do you in Every day till dawn There's some thieving going on, oh Oh no, hurt me so Just the same old
Went around the way for you Did all the things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me in the space Within my heart Love you for God Love you for the
core As songs are sung for the tender ones The black thrash attack Crack of thunder, At dawn we slumber... ...in these clumps of flesh Its the black thrash attack
Liz Fraser You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother Eat me In the space Within my heart Love you for God Love
If you hated music Would you be a mother with a family? If your songs weren't written Would I still get shivers from your silence Until tears are welled
You should say, should say, some things about me, that I don't like to believe. Cause I, don't like, the sound, of what i might be when that old ghost
Everything is so clear today. I'm finding the right words to say How I let the whole things fall And how it won't hurt me at all. No. I'm a rock that
There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by to the devil on the roadside there's an angel envious to mystery like young leaves there's a void begging
I'll not often think of often times in sadness I'll not let a lovely life become a lonely mess I'll not rest a moment 'neath some broken vale for if
The darling night called out my name one million times, "there is nothing to fear, my young, no rest in the divine." when our urges rest in the hands
In my wonder I can weigh the loss that we all had to suffer felt in headaches from the knowing that our heroes lives uncovered to be seen as they'd always
Make it so the handsome way of what never was turns to overcast what has become so away with that which makes a moment so discreet we hesitate, ashamed
The black-streak, bag-eyed husbands move waiting to be widowed by the passing of familiar skies and all we've come to know our shadows have my sympathy
end when all the black gowns are called and sent to darken doors and pay them penance for wishing death before their contracts ended when all the black
Please pay us mind with some smoke across the sky and a flower left to honour life maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right a bird kissed
Sooner or later i'm going to forget leaving without a trace when everything is how it should be i'm going to hide my face she thinks she knows