Ado
Erubescent Beneath The Chandelier
My sable slipped down my face Your husbands hands were a necklace I was IX on my knees I hid in the attic as far as limbs could get me (from choke)
I am redamned and condemned My fingers force through hoops to numerals and spin You're finding redemption and bonds One of dos is in the valley and the other in the chapel One can hear your own applause One hears the gnashing of the warming jaws Who states I waited for R-Day? Someone lassoed down my lucky stars What is a sore boy to do? (My neck, nose, and eyes are blue) The window in the corner is closed And there is no escaping the bruise
From Letras Mania