Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rotting Lovers, Withering Flowers, artist - Beyond the Dream. Album song While the World Sleeps, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 22.01.2014
Record label: iMusician
Song language: English
Rotting Lovers, Withering Flowers |
That is not fear in my eyes* |
I just, want to see love tonight… |
Love, safe from the world |
Love, saved & buried |
I remember them, I once knew |
Two became one, their journey was just began |
On the path I would never find, but I could find them |
At the end of the path, I will never find… |
Here I’m standing bravely above them |
Mud on my hands, I am, almost there |
Here I’m standing bravely, above them |
With a thousand roses I did bring |
Watching proudly, they’re embracing before me |
Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers |
Man who’s used, abused and without the Muse |
Feels himself, finally fulfilled |
Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me |
Maybe I won’t leave them, maybe I will keep them |
Maybe I will never lay them into rest again |
Disdain was mine while walking thin line and when |
The line ends or bends my way into dark — I’ll be the perfect mark! |
For them who’ll travel my steps into depths, here’s no room for tears |
But I was weak, I was weak and I wept |
Here I standing bravely, above them |
Mud on my hands, I am, almost there |
Here I standing bravely, above them |
Blood on my hands, the same color as the, roses I did bring |
Watching their bodies, rotting slowly from inside |
The expiration dates of them has been long time ago passed by |
Still this is the only thing I want to remember! |
Watching proudly, they’re embracing before me |
Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers |
Man who’s used, abused and without the Muse |
Feels himself, finally fulfilled… |
Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me |
Maybe I won’t leave them, maybe I will keep them |
Maybe I will never lay them into rest again |
Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when |
The line ends or bends my way into dark — I’ll be the perfect mark |
For them who’ll travel my steps into depths here’s no room for tears |
But I was weak, I was weak and I wept… |