a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

thieving baby’s breath - mode moderne lyrics

Loading...

your crumbs will lead you forever lost
while our dust runs rife with cold
i return to my fangs because
i love them most
and our blood runs thick with gold

lean low to her lips…
thieving baby’s breath

the faces may change that
the torture remains
i express my shame in abstract ways
this torch had more use than
seeing in the dark
as it met the head of a sleepy dilettante
lean low to her lips…
thieving baby’s breath

you must learn to separate
forever from nothing

- mode moderne lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...