Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Romneydale, artist - Weyes Blood. Album song The Outside Room, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 09.05.2011
Record label: DARK JUICES
Song language: English
Romneydale |
| Oh, pictures of Romneydale still surge through my brain |
| The last lady standing there with her backwards name |
| You could not say it forwards |
| You could not give it a sound |
| I stood there on my hiding day far outside of town |
| And I lift my head |
| Not to be fed |
| Into her awful ground |
| I’ll be scattered like bees on vines |
| With their own group mind |
| When you’re stuck in the pictures of you |
| You’re all wrapped up now |
| In your new costume |
| And the lights grow dim as |
| You fade in your tomb |
| The mirror is selfish it holds |
| Onto you |
| Will I ever be seen |
| In a light that’s true |
| If my body leaves, is my soul made new? |
| The name is backwards |
| You cannot give it a sound |
| Well, I’m over there |
| I got a way to get home |
| Again, I’m so fine |
| When I get both |
| Ends in Romneydale |
| I’ll be there on the rocks |
| The jagged rocks, counting waves |
| Across my animal sky |
| Two birds always sing |
| From the left |
| And from the right |
| Don’t get close to one side |
| Oh, when I die in the tide |
| Where she dwells holding onto my body |
| Will be my only hell |