Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narcissus, artist - Sons of an Illustrious Father. Album song Deus Sex Machina: Or, Moving Slowly Beyond Nikola Tesla, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Narcissus |
He met his love on the mountainside |
And took her as his wife |
He met her on the mountainside |
And then he took her life |
He fled |
To the river’s edge |
He chased his love as she tried to flee |
Caught her and turned her into a tree |
Cut her down and burned her for heat |
He fled |
To the river’s edge |
Oh, he died at the river’s edge |
Eyes locked with those in the pool |
Drool dripped down into the river’s mass |
Fawning like a fool |
He fled |
To the river’s edge |
He dragged his son up the mountainside |
And threw him on the slab |
Took no blame, called it God’s will |
Preparing for the stab |
He fled |
To the river’s edge |
Oh, he died at the river’s edge |
Singing sweet nothings to a floating head |
Now the tide recedes, and he’s lying dead |
Way down in the dry old bed |
He fled |
To the river’s edge |
Apollo didn’t care about Daphne |
And something broke inside of Tom Dooley |
Abraham forsook his progeny |
Narcissus drowning in vanity |
He died |
At the river’s edge |
He died |
At the river’s edge |
We fled |
To the river’s edge |
He’s dead |
At the river’s edge |