Testo Sour Blooms - The Dead Deads
Testo della canzone Sour Blooms (The Dead Deads), tratta dall'album Rainbeau
Voices from the memories call to you
My friends inside my closet tell the truth
The avenue, the avenue
The avenue close behind
They follow you, they follow you
Not your kind
It's coming true, it's coming true
The dream that I had last night
Inside of you, they rendezvous
Out of your mind
Oh, oh-oh
Storm of mud
From the sky into the sea
Bowl of blood
What to make of all these things
When the mountains overturn
Clinging to the trees in flight
When you see the forest burn
Sour blooms the night
The night
The disarray, the disarray
The disarray, clean and bright
It swallows you, it swallows you
In pure white
It's coming true, it's coming true
The dream that I had last night
The fallen lands, the idle hands
The end in sight
Oh, oh-oh
Storm of mud
From the sky into the sea
Bowl of blood
What to make of all these things
When the mountains overturn
Clinging to the trees in flight
When you see the forest burn
Sour blooms the night
All of you
I want not some, not part, but all of you
To hear the message that is bleeding through
The static version of your world
The avenue, the avenue
The avenue close behind
They follow you, they follow you
Not your kind
It's coming true, it's coming true
The dream that I had last night
I thought of you, I thought of you
Our last goodnight
Credits
Writer(s): Leticia Lynn Wolf, Mavis Marie Turner, Amanda Ann Wolf, Angela Lese Gregory, Erica Michelle Sellers
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