Letra da Música The Soviet de mewithoutYou

God is love and love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead and though all that's charming
disappears all things lovely only hurt my head as I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my
fingers' ends and wrap them up in boxes, safe from windows, from things that break, as the night-time
shined like day it saw my sorry face, hair a mess but it liked me best that way (Besides, how else could I
confess? When I looked down like if to pray, well I was looking down her dress...) <b>Good God, please! Catch
for us the foxes in the vineyard - the little foxes. </b>Turn you ear, musician, to silence because they only come
out when it's quiet, their tails brushing over your eyelids - Wake up sleeper, and rise from the dead! Or
the fur that they shed will cover your bed in a delicate orange-ish red, ah, I don't need this!
I have my loves. I have my doubts. I don't need this.



by raft