[Music: Sigh, Lyrics: Mirai] Despise me, Deprive me of my Pride (It) used to be my bride, When I cry, when I die I'll be denied by my disguise So vile
The first burning candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone
The first burning candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear
The first burning candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes Slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone
gone A needle playing the same song Bled you too long And now every one light I see - is sunset orange And the exit door is stuck with a rusted hinge Looking for a
leferydd ef A mwyndder trist y pellter yn ei lef There's longing in the sea and mountains grey There's longing too in silence and in song In mum'
I could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind, sings the songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset
Stonehaven Sunset, the water?s on fire My true love of singing, we kiss and conspire Sing a song for the ocean, a song for the sky A song for tomorrow
... [Happy] Never kept a dollar past sunset It always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy, never blew a second chance I need a
know our song is old but heavy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a
the sky. hoping to skip with the sunset. you're such a sucker for a sad song. "summers always too long". sitting in a swingset. trying just to sing along. with the song
I could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind Sings the songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset
A needle playing the same song Bled you too long And now every one light I see - is sunset orange And the exit door is stuck with a rusted hinge Looking for a
paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without it's strings And the canvas in my mind Sings of songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset
