Bedroom Sessions Lyrics
Who Want's Flowers When You're Dead? Nobody
A cherry sunset blossoms,
But we're not there to watch it fall,
On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting,
With our face down on the grass,
Staring till our eyes give way,
Let's paint this city black,
While the night's still young
This cherry sunset withers,
Our words as frail as paper,
A dawn I thought we'd never see,
Alone, on this silent beach,
There is nothing we can do,
There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself,
The sky, it burns itself out,
The sky, it burns itself,
The sky, it burns itself
The trees rot down to nothing,
Throats dry out and corpses, fill the sidewalks
There is nothing, we can do,
The sky, it burns itself,
The trees rot down to nothing,
Throats dry out, and corpses fill these sidewalks,
These promenades, our graveyards,
Kneeling down on what's left, sacrificed upon doom's day,
Oh, if we could take it back and see one last twilight
Take a picture, take a picture,
Take a picture, take a picture,
It will last longer
Cherry, cherry,
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry,
Cherry, cherry
Cherry
Shed Light
Show me how to kill you,
You, shed light then she'll get all broken,
Hurry up and get home my dear, where the fuck you been,
Can't you, take a purpose with the shape of a better sin
The clones come back on the bright of day
The clones come back on the bright of day
The clones come back on the bright of day,
The clones come back on the bright of day,
The clones come back,
The clones come back,
The clones come back on the bright of day,
The clones come back on the bright of day
The clones come back
Put on your best dress,
The words you awaited,
Put on your best fucking dress,
The words you awaited,
Why can't you just
You're better leagued, and let's fuck away your parting,
To drag your gravestone,
To drag your gravestone
Just leave it all fucking alone,
I shall kill your murdered soul
I will dance, on your, grave,
I will dance on your, grave
