 It was All Saints Day Wind and rain hit my face Ripped apart from lack of grace Now so torn
You never said All of this would end so strange Walk to a church across the bridge Find my shame
Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opens wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever
November fades Never could put this mind to rest Step in the cold and on the mess Feeling scorned
I found myself Hinting with nothing to give or show Never gave a care until now Now it's late
Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opened wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever
Pariah prophet faltering way too much Crazed crusades got me in a cruxLike a mute without a voice With a bottle in my hand, make some noise
It was All Saints Day...
Crowning of a Heart
Crowning of a heart, textures and shadesA bitter London night on the motorwayYou looked so divine, back in the seatWicked desires ablaze in me
Back inside the house, into the roomWatching as the lights slowly fade from viewCouldn't even talk, what could you say?Every thought just racing away
Crowning of a heart, textures and shadesCrescents in her eyes as we gaze away
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