Circle Of Dead Children - Four Walls And A Feeling - Sözleri

Disfiguring the memory 

So silent

So serene 

One eye shut for the past 

One eye opens for tomorrow's dream 

Mark her the one 

The one who will stand alone 

Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love 

Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven's eighth lake 

And casting a disfigured reflection of life in its eight rings 

Dry flaking tincture under one-inch fingernails 

So follow her home 

Follow her to reprisal so sweet 

Crying help to a barren room 

Barren walls 

Romance in monotone 

She will never miss you 

We will never miss you













		
			



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