Deadbirds
holy golden
Hair holy blackLost in the parade of broken eyelashesMake noise in the hallwayWe're starless spaceWe're unheard serenadeWe've come in stride and leave the ghost behindI bleed myself dry, the cut won't cauterizeWe would roll together in the cloverWe would drop the anchor in the lakeWe would take the only road to nowhere andStop at every flower on the wayI know the weeds in the garden are holy goldenWe've come in stride and leave the ghost behindI bleed myself dry, the cut won't cauterize
From Letras Mania