Morgan Grace - Flowers in my garden Тексты

The christmas lights are tainted blue
Rom mediocre laughing heads
That blow smoke from their painted lips
And blood stained tears that fall down red
They point their brittle fingers east
To gaze at smiling ladies there
From north to south the shadow falls
Yet they emerge without a scratch,
I want your flowers in my garden and
Your pictures on my wall
I want your love to save me from
The sewers indide my mind

Black and white picture frames
Are swimming through the sewers of my mind...
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