Paroles The Mortician's Daughter de Freedy Johnston

Freedy Johnston
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Freedy Johnstonloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Freedy Johnston13476
  • Chanson: The Mortician's Daughter
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

While the birches weep de Christian Kjellvander

My eyes have seen more beauty than my heart could ever holdOutside and all around us a picture no camera can take and it is coldBut we all have stories of fires that we love to tell, but it's the fires...

Rights To Your Soul de Street Dogs

Walking on a summer day down in Warland Square When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair A younger girl, cyanotic too soon She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself Then...

Bloodcraving de Corpsefucking Art

[cover Mortician]

Perfect Like Paper Knives de Endicott

From far away this looks like scissors and red paint stuck in black lines that keep comming on and on until the wrists collaspe. And these wounds could swallow me whole if only 1 was ready to go. Thank...

Abandonment de We're Not Friends Anymore

Don't you hide, Don't you hide from me, Where have you been baby, Where did you go? I've been searching, I've been waiting, all night long, [2x] Could you wait for me, and not leave me for dead, It's...

Textes et Paroles de The Mortician's Daughter




I used to love the mortician's daughterWe drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lidsI grieve tonight over this letterMy tears dissolve an image from the careful inkHer father stands in the open doorHe's waiting for herThere's a storm blowing across the lakeIt's late summerOn the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowersShe whispers in my burning earIt doesn't matterI used to love the mortician's daughterWe rolled in the warm grass by the bone yard fenceHer skin so whiteThe first leaves fallingThis long forgotten night I am there againHer father stands in the open doorHe's waiting for herThere's a ribbon printed with last respectsBlowing down the gutterThe rain comes in she drops my handShe's turning laughingAnd I used to love the mortician's daughterI used to love the mortician's daughterWe drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lidsThere's a lonely dove out on the telephone wireI turn my head and she flies away

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons