Lyrics:
It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections In the eyes of hotel porters And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no
at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary
pitter patter goes my dripping heart xo on the dotted line latticed bodies breed creeping vines to smother grotesque brick with midnight affidavits
against my exhausted brain Lurked beyond the silk-hung walls, and shrank from glancing through the arched, latticed windows Artificial light calmed my
As winter succeeds autumn So does arctic frisson follow upon The coattails of mystic vision Painting eyes in the moulding of a latticed door And teardrops
I am not sure that you're my screen door, honey Keeping the bugs out humbly Looking leaner and latticed Maintain a temperate status in
Seething shadows creep towards the verge Sepulcure lights were smothered Skies' last eyelets latticed All eyes looked to the waters Ablazen with fire
know it's still without Face is latticed with her hair Reaches out but nothing's there Shaking wake her up I try I can only watch her lie Simon
know it's still without Face is latticed with her hair Reaches out but nothing's there Shaking wake her up I try I can only watch her lie Simon
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