Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Petite Mort , by - Bad Books. Song from the album II, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 08.10.2012
Song language: English
Petite Mort |
| Petit mort, I’m asking for an answer |
| Petit mort, you sang until you slept |
| Petit mort, you took yourself, you bastard |
| Petit mort, now sleeping’s all that’s left |
| You took apart the sympathetic angle |
| You catered to the bitterness inside |
| Resigned yourself to depths I couldn’t handle |
| A million daily deaths before you’ll die |
| Gathered a bouquet of roses and posies, and straightened my tie |
| When I got there, you were nowhere I could find |
| Through layer after layer of subconscious |
| I hunted for a reason in the woods |
| I tore apart the map and started backwards |
| I couldn’t picture living there for good |
| I left you there to finish setting fires |
| I left you there to propagate your lie |
| I left you there 'cause honey, I was tired |
| I left you but that doesn’t make it right |
| I remember your bedroom, ivy and clover |
| You kept me alive |
| Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside |
| Petit mort, I’m asking for an answer |
| Petit mort, you sang until you slept |
| And petit mort, you took yourself, you bastard |
| Now petit mort, sleeping’s all that’s left |