A Map of All Our Failures 歌词
| 歌曲 | A Map of All Our Failures |
| 歌手 | My Dying Bride |
| 专辑 | A Map of All Our Failures |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| I’m unaware of a response | |
| From my errant dark red soul | |
| Too deep to be spoken aloud | |
| I bury a word right in my heart | |
| Frost etched the tall windows | |
| I have been cold for a long time | |
| Borne upon winters shoulders | |
| There are wolves here, many of them | |
| I am staggered at their hatred of me | |
| I lie in complete fear | |
| I call the moths to tend me | |
| I forget the form of my sins | |
| And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me | |
| And void of notion, unable to perceive | |
| Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe | |
| And there is no other sound at all | |
| Just there, to the left, his shadow rose | |
| I always knew he was coming | |
| Takes the vacant chair beside me | |
| With golden hands he moved the hair from my face |
| I' m unaware of a response | |
| From my errant dark red soul | |
| Too deep to be spoken aloud | |
| I bury a word right in my heart | |
| Frost etched the tall windows | |
| I have been cold for a long time | |
| Borne upon winters shoulders | |
| There are wolves here, many of them | |
| I am staggered at their hatred of me | |
| I lie in complete fear | |
| I call the moths to tend me | |
| I forget the form of my sins | |
| And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me | |
| And void of notion, unable to perceive | |
| Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe | |
| And there is no other sound at all | |
| Just there, to the left, his shadow rose | |
| I always knew he was coming | |
| Takes the vacant chair beside me | |
| With golden hands he moved the hair from my face |
| I' m unaware of a response | |
| From my errant dark red soul | |
| Too deep to be spoken aloud | |
| I bury a word right in my heart | |
| Frost etched the tall windows | |
| I have been cold for a long time | |
| Borne upon winters shoulders | |
| There are wolves here, many of them | |
| I am staggered at their hatred of me | |
| I lie in complete fear | |
| I call the moths to tend me | |
| I forget the form of my sins | |
| And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me | |
| And void of notion, unable to perceive | |
| Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe | |
| And there is no other sound at all | |
| Just there, to the left, his shadow rose | |
| I always knew he was coming | |
| Takes the vacant chair beside me | |
| With golden hands he moved the hair from my face |
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