Letra da Música Purple de Horse The Band

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears
are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING
wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's
on the floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands
like thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder splashing
in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving from the crashing
dying dreaming that was ripped from her heart while
BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy here,
on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole inside,
where the ghosts and demons hide,
whispering white wilting words of woe, hungry
ugly crunchy things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS.
in her head her mother whispers "spreading like a whore".
weeping wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead
with dreaming, wanting to be wanted and
wanting nothing more.