|
The Bled - Spitshine Sonata lyrics
I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was just a child. My father's favorite. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward the horizon. As we keep starving for this beauty, We are sick with distance. Starving for this beauty. We are sick with distance. Grieving for his failure. We, are sick with distance. We, are sick with distance. We, are sick with distance. We, are sick with distance. You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. You keep me on my knees mummified in your arms. This is the last chance that you will get to breathe my name into his chest. I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was just a child. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward the horizon. Only the deaf find peace. Only the blind won't reach. Only the deaf find peace. Only the blind won't reach. |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Christmas Fantasy by Anita Baker |
 Fear of Flying by Mya |
 Reality Check by Juvenile |
 Take Me with You by Honey Cone |
 Wanna Go Back by Eddie Money |
