Porcelain Arms
Oh, The Fire!
Her darling wipers, Catch my ear from clear across the bar. As I stroll toward the door. Back and forth we explore the depths of my decline. God, she fears for the worst. I've knelt and reached for the sky above, But hears my prayers but the birds? Where do your angels, Where do they fly at night? Somewhere in the back of my god damned mind, SongtexteThey'll find you alone. Starring through me, She records frame by frame, The most vile of truths. Fine lines between horns and halo's, How they're both intertwined. Where do your angels, Where do they fly at night? Somewhere in the back of my god damned mind, They'll find you alone.
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