As sun and dove devour bat and moon
If we tay on this road we'll find religion soon
I plant the seeds that flower in veins
And destine down blacklit bathroom drains
Of sacraments and ends
Dead in a ditch death is the friend burried
Beneath drugged skin
My stand become a lean verse cigarette machine
Could cocain candy consoled crippled
Children cavitated
The tears of flesh death burns
Now a miscentered mantelpiece in a
Porcelain urn
But what words will whitched sing
While warlocks pluck away all day at their
Broken heartstring
I took some gun from some sick hand
Said " count to ten"
Oh "one two three...."
"f*ck it I don't care"
And all of us widowed wives
Discussing dimensions in dream homes we hide
And its not fair
These affairs are all I had its sad I had to lie
Forget it
I get it
I guess its true id make a boring bride
Beautiful Rune Video (MV)
Performed By: Some Girls
Length: 2:12
Written by: CHARLES ROWELL, JUSTIN PEARSON, ROB MORAN, SAL GALLEGOS, WESLEY EISOLD
Some Girls - Beautiful Rune Lyrics
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As sun and dove devour bat and moon
If we tay on this road we'll find religion soon
I plant the seeds that flower in veins
And destine down blacklit bathroom drains
Of sacraments and ends
Dead in a ditch death is the friend burried
Beneath drugged skin
My stand become a lean verse cigarette machine
Could cocain candy consoled crippled
Children cavitated
The tears of flesh death burns
Now a miscentered mantelpiece in a
Porcelain urn
But what words will whitched sing
While warlocks pluck away all day at their
Broken heartstring
I took some gun from some sick hand
Said " count to ten"
Oh "one two three...."
"f*ck it I don't care"
And all of us widowed wives
Discussing dimensions in dream homes we hide
And its not fair
These affairs are all I had its sad I had to lie
Forget it
I get it
I guess its true id make a boring bride
If we tay on this road we'll find religion soon
I plant the seeds that flower in veins
And destine down blacklit bathroom drains
Of sacraments and ends
Dead in a ditch death is the friend burried
Beneath drugged skin
My stand become a lean verse cigarette machine
Could cocain candy consoled crippled
Children cavitated
The tears of flesh death burns
Now a miscentered mantelpiece in a
Porcelain urn
But what words will whitched sing
While warlocks pluck away all day at their
Broken heartstring
I took some gun from some sick hand
Said " count to ten"
Oh "one two three...."
"f*ck it I don't care"
And all of us widowed wives
Discussing dimensions in dream homes we hide
And its not fair
These affairs are all I had its sad I had to lie
Forget it
I get it
I guess its true id make a boring bride
Writer: CHARLES ROWELL, JUSTIN PEARSON, ROB MORAN, SAL GALLEGOS, WESLEY EISOLD
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group