Текст песни Funeral For A Friend - Beneath The Burning Tree
Funeral For A Friend - Beneath The Burning Tree слова песни
Текст песни Funeral For A Friend - Beneath The Burning Tree
Carbon copy aftertasteThe taste of lips so delicateStop the click and watch the roomSitting pretty in full bloomYour stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't killYour stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill( )Hold your breath this is the partThat i've been waiting forWords spill out in front of youOn your bedroom floorYour stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't killYour stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't killI sat beneath the burning treeI never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)I sat beneath the burning treeI never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)I never gave my world awayMaybe I should maybe I could?I never gave my world awayMaybe I could, maybe I would?I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)I sat beneath the burning treeI never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)I sat beneath the burning treeThe burning treeThe burning tree