Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Dresses, artist - The Spill Canvas.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Black Dresses |
In muddy grass we stand side by side |
With our knuckles interlocked |
Black dresses flood the cemetery |
In this cliche tragedy |
Just do as you’re instructed and… |
Take this razor and cut your palms |
I’ll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow |
Now drip your ruby red over the casket |
A funeral for my once loved youth |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance |
Tell me what would you do? |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But when your precious life is at stake |
Tell me would you die for me too? |
The quivering liquids in your stomach |
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you |
A real character in the story of your now distant life |
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly |
In gentle greens we stand side by side |
With your head buried in my chest |
Black veils send me shivering |
The fear that part of me is dying |
Just do as you’re instructed and… |
Take this razor and cut your palms |
I’ll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow |
Now drip your ruby red over the casket |
A funeral for my once loved youth |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance |
Tell me what would you do? |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But when your precious life is at stake |
Tell me would you die for me too? |
The quivering liquids in your stomach |
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you |
A real character in the story of your now distant life |
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly, quickly |
Goodbyes are said and roses thrown |
And the crowd starts to weep |
But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees |
And began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone |
Of my bashful childhood |
With you by my side, you’re screaming at the |
Top of your lungs, «let it go» |
And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs |
«The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough people, |
And who picked the music? |
Those melodies almost made me physically sick» |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance |
Tell me what would you do? |
My secret is fatally gorgeous |
I’d die for you |
But when your precious life is at stake |
Tell me would you die for me too? |
The quivering liquids in your stomach |
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you |
A real character in the story of your now distant life |
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly |
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly |