Dark Hill

Lebanon Hanover


Through the decadent streets
Some delicate fiends, float
From the shadows to the street light
Some faces of pale, unveil

So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands
And I take you and hold you hard
We reach the top of this dark dark hill
And my heart rattles
Against my ribs

A misty path with frowning trees, whispering
They poke from view
Of an icy moon
And talks protrude
Of doom and gloom

Letra enviada por Playlists do Vagalume

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

Compartilhe
esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Lebanon Hanover no Vagalume.FM

MIX DE MÚSICAS