
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Good Fortune Means Nothing |
So, that the rose might never die |
A sorrow my eyes should never wish to behold, of forty winters past |
Love that is not love |
Your honesty, nothing more than rejection of a ruined love |
Just another love song with no more reason |
The sunset glow of your naked eye it burns a hole in my heart like a kiss, |
colder than hell |
Another one scorned, another one burned |
You’re all the same to me, why don’t you show your face highroller |
Everything you said was a lie |
Now you all die |
Now I’m plotting where to hide your bones, hoping that the tide will come and |
take them away |
Take you away |
One more touch from your fingertips, to know I’m still alive |
As my tears turn red and I bleed your ashes |
Why must the empty sky come crashing down? |
Name | Year |
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The New England Holiday | 2004 |
If Dreams Are Like Movies, Then Memories Are Like Ghosts | 2004 |
The Endless Chain Of Tedious Days | 2004 |
Women And Children First | 2004 |