Текст песни Opeth - The Funeral Portrait
Opeth - The Funeral Portrait слова песни
You wait by the windowMorning`s breath on the sillIdle hands given another trySo you wait and you savour the momentOutside the canvas turned whiteRuby eyes in the fogRain washing clean all the sinsA liquid gown that covers allYour loathe turns endlessOpened mirage soothes your senseLocked on the pinnacleThe best secret withinLike a derelict childHeart burning for a strangerAscending to the meekFlock round the liars in aweCaked in the soil beneathFear me when we meetTurn away in admirationMy firm grip round the nucleus of joyEnough of thisYou will leave me nowYou will see it nowPerish at my handsClose to youTangled up in hairFresh stigma lookShall I take you with meAnd it is coldRuby eyes in the fogIt is meAnd you are just like them allStained by the names of fathersI`m greeting my downward fallLeaving the throes to others