Lyrics Mahogany - aeseaes

Mahogany

Mahogany eyes, you saddle me with doubt
Behind the stadium when you were coming down
The lighter leaves are lost in the freckles on your skin
The bitter taste of blood when the rooftop’s caving in
Rotting good
Would you, would you?
Cut the grain
Would you, would you?
String his neck
Would you, would you?
Steer this wreck
Would you, would you?
Tease me, torturess, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I’ll be reckless, not yet
Mahogany eyes, are you more true than me?
The woodcutter’s brothers are lining up to see
Your beauty is unparalleled and I cannot compete
The fray, the fretful harmonies, it twists the good in me
Rotting good
Would you, would you?
Cut the grain
Would you, would you?
String his neck
Would you, would you?
Steer this wreck
Would you, would you?
Tease me, torturess, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I’ll be reckless, not yet
Tease me, torturess, bend to your death
I give in easy, hold me now
When I grow tall, bigger than them
I’ll be reckless, not yet