Lyrics

There's a pale moon on the rise Don't you wsh you didn't exist Don't you feel just like a burned out car Been rusting in the mist And I don't know why I came here For I won't see you again Cause I had idle hands Dear And you know who plays with them So I sank my teeth right in But it's such a bitter taste Though the pain must feel like snow in summer Our love's just gone to waste And I don't know why I came here To the places that you stood Where I scrawl'd all of my letters And done signed them in my blood Well I'm sure you'd find a shred Of your dress still in my room Maybe I'll make the front page darlin' Have a hex cast over my tomb And I don't know why I stay here Underneath the shiv'ring woods Yeah it's painful but I'm not so sure That I'd change it if I could
Writer(s): Dominic James Buckley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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