You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned white
Перевод: Opeth. Похороны Портрет.
: You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned
You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned
for, kid? We in the city where they definitely lost it You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall To hang in the dark of
Listen up, sweetie, we all know That you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world In this suggestion of horror, the portraits on the walls Look at their
Haha!) Yeah Im back baby Cudder. Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait
hurt, only destroy you, my stupid son..." One person can make a difference, sometimes... Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck. Smiled at his funeral
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall To hang in the dark of
Listen up sweetie we all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world and this suggestion of horror the portraits on the walls the look in
destroy you, my stupid son..." One person can make a difference, sometimes... Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck. Smiled at his funeral
shit, What you stand for, kid? We in the city where they definitely lost it You open your eyelids and capped in the ribs Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
into space A squirming mass erodes limbs and face Feeding and eating, nauseating display No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away [Lead: Coralles] A portrait
, field like any other where one short story came to its end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait And little
me. (Haha!) Yeah I'm back baby Cudder. Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait
