Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gardenias , by - Protest The Hero. Song from the album Palimpsest, in the genre Прогрессив-металRelease date: 18.06.2020
Record label: Protest the Hero
Song language: English
Gardenias |
| The hapless hills of Hollywood |
| Hide halfhearted happiness |
| A hardened heroine hangs her head |
| Hear her hyperventilate |
| Here her hands had hammered home |
| Her half-written history |
| With her heart in her hands |
| Her hands stopped holding on |
| A penny for your thoughts |
| A quarter for the show |
| The truth should turn to rot |
| Whichever way the wind blows |
| The truth, yes a blonde, despondent from her failures |
| Fury rages claiming innocence lost |
| That spawned chaotic behaviors |
| A handbag and some women’s shoes |
| Hidden on the forest floor |
| Discovered by a hiker on the hill |
| Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction |
| And her handwritten history |
| «I'm afraid I’m a coward. |
| I’m sorry for everything.» |
| A penny for your thoughts |
| A quarter for the show |
| The truth should turn to rot |
| Whichever way the wind blows |
| A penny for your thoughts |
| A quarter for the show |
| The truth should turn to rot |
| Whichever way the wind blows |
| The truth, yes a blonde, couldn’t give a shit about her failures |
| Suffering in silence of a chemical imbalance |
| That spawned erratic behavior |
| The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond, yes a blonde |
| Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn |
| The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond, yes a blonde |
| Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn |
| Where is the country I came here to find? |
| It’s running its hands through my hair |
| Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined |
| It’s forty-five feet through the air |
| Only the night sky will witness my flight |
| Without so much as a care |
| Out past the margins of all that’s finite |
| Forty-five feet through the air |
| It’s forty-five feet from here to there |
| It’s forty-five feet through the air |
| Forty-five feet to bliss from despair |
| Only forty-five feet through the air |
| It’s forty-five feet from here to there |
| It’s forty-five feet through the air |
| Forty-five feet to bliss from despair |
| Only forty-five feet through the air |
| It’s forty-five feet from here to there |
| It’s forty-five feet through the air |
| Forty-five feet to bliss from despair |
| Only forty-five feet through the air |
| The world rushes past and it’s softly obscured |
| By the quiet and stillness of death |
| Take from me this body |
| It’s all that I have left |
| Floating effortlessly |
| The scent of gardenias in the air |
| A veil should mask her face |
| And her short blonde hair |