may wish never to be born wastin' the dawn like a rose growin' from the christ's thorn wastin' the dawn been waitin' for you so long little bird of prey
sae fresh and fair How can ye chant ye little birds And I sae weary fu o' care ? Thou'll break my heart thou'll warblin bird That wantons thro the flowering thorn
me to be myself, myself Undress me, undress me Unleash my heart and make me see When I become someone else Like a rose without its thorn Like a bird
to me. So I nailed my hand to the baseboard floor. Hysterically, Laughing at me, She begged the question and I begged for more. Now I water, The thorn
rose of love; Said the tree to the Nightingale, "Upon this thorn you must impale your heart, And then the blood will turn this white rose red;" All night, the little bird
teeth. I recall the sun in our faces, stuck and leaning on braces, and being strangers to change. Radio and the bones we found frozen, and all the thorns
teeth I recall the sun in our faces Stuck and leaning on graces And being strangers to change The radio and the bones we found frozen All the thorns
al desierto pa' quemar, Porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar ---------------- I've come to the desert to laugh at your love The desert is more gentle, and the thorn
crave for more Sometimes you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon You're chasing the high A bird
her charm. My winqs on my arm. Now we flyiin ova chicken heads shittin on ya farm. Like sittin on ya thorn. Like sittin on a thorn. We stickin to ya
tree I'll strip the world that you must live in Of all its godforsaken greed I'll ply the tar out of your feathers I'll pluck the thorns out of your
in sight. Got you cryin' cryin' Oh whyin' Oh my my my Gold is another word for culture. Leads to fattening Of the vultures Till this bird can barely
We tend to the forgetting Forgetting what we know The sun slips from your shoulder As you enter in the wood Without thought of thorns Without thought of thorns
on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on What's goin' on? What's goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would
for more Sometimes, you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon, you're chasing the high A bird
The Twittering Of Dead Phantom Birds In The Dead Roses Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up Are The Dead Stalks... Steel Of Thorns, Ice
me with fall of joy All days could be a summer like a magic night to the seashore with you and the favorable wind to reel your hair Birds transport cheerful