Lyrics The Sharpest Knife for the Blackest Heart - Old Wounds

The Sharpest Knife for the Blackest Heart

Porcelain skin against mine, she sent heaven down my spine.
I’ll never forget the looks she would give.
Just like a ghost in my memory.
I can’t find the words to speak.
They echo like knives in my throat.
As the blood falls from my lips, Remember my face.
Remember my love.
Pulling my flesh, and ripping the seams.
She knows true beauty.
Dressed in black.
The girl of my nightmares now haunts my day dreams.
I’m lying in deaths bed and she is dancing in my head.
I’m lying in my death bed.
We’re lying in our death bed.
She knows true beauty.
Dressed in black.
Living the dream, dying in nightmares.