Patrick Wolf Epilogue歌词

As the belltower blocks the summer light All the seeds in our garden fight To break and blossom, all to be adored And look your skirt is torn And there's blood on our sheets Here comes the long arm of the law Fist tight, banging on the door And knock

Lucy's bitten Neck is bleeding bad The teeth have long departed Yet the desire burns strong On in desire for destruction One on which she'll depend One that ceases to deepen Too near bitter end Treasures buried soul deep And crossed under crack Now t

It's wonderful What a smile can hide If the teeth shine right And it's nice and wide So magical All you can keep inside If you bury it deep No-one can find a thing No Well come on now Open wide Open up now Don't you think it's time? To look back at t

"What lies beneath the door? What keeps you? Explore! Do you take the chance to defeat the source? The gates are opening The choice The future The future is yours!" So now you've found all you Were looking for How you gonna find your way out Of

It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give The bath was spilling over my self pity spilling with it So I I fled the country To start it all again And I found myself in Paris in that cemetery rain Dear Anna came to me and took me by the

So let the people talk It's Monday morning walk Right past the fabulous mess we're in It's gonna be a beautiful day So do the bluebirds sing As I take your hand And you take my kiss And I take the world 'Cause out of all the people I've known The pla

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(won't, won't let the city, won't, won't let the city) Won't let the city destroy our love Won't let the city destroy our love You know I I hate to see you cry But when you open up to me I take you in my arms Wish you the top, top, top, top of the mo

No one will wear my silver ring Poor little turtle dove sitting up in pine, Mourning for your own true love, Why not me for mine, why not, why not me for mine? I've got hogs in the pen and corn to feed them up, All I want is someone who will feed the