Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Present Perfect (An Epithalamium), artist - Parenthetical Girls. Album song Privilege, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 12.08.2013
Record label: Slender Means Society
Song language: English
Present Perfect (An Epithalamium) |
Like blood to bruise |
Your clothes clung close to you |
And they’re grown back |
To hues of curls you’ve kept from view |
And my (?) |
Alas that I saw you |
As much as each of us |
We just assumed you knew |
We knew |
We do |
We do, oh |
We do |
We do, oh |
We fucked through your room |
Which traipse and turn through you |
Retrace those restless days, |
Now placed amongst the pews |
And all as we once |
When I last laid hands on you |
Your touch left most of us |
With tails and tongues removed |
And we knew |
So speaks the priest of less reprieves |
And each forever holds his peace |
You stumbled once on vows of trust |
But don’t worry kid |
Your secret’s safe with us |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
How we all salivate when the bells ring |
How we all salivate when the bells ring |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
And we all salivate when the bells ring |
And we all salivate when the bells ring |
Still we all salivate when the bells ring |
And we all salivate when the bells ring |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Oh |
Still we all salivate when the bells ring |
Still we all salivate when the bells ring |