Album Name : A Map of All Our Failures (Deluxe Edition)
Release Date : 2012-10-16
Song Duration : 8:50
My Dying Bride Within The Presence Of Absence
Your eyes speak more than,
more than your lips,
more than your mouth.
There were your summer
shoulders and arms and slender neck.
She grows up,
beautiful before me.
And then she walks
the morning in you
it is the wound,
the wound she gave me.
through my heart drives her in
Her face on earth
the sky is full of golden suns
I drew her through
the midnight sky
on my wrists
There is no, no end before you
you fed me wine,
on a tender voyage.
Within yourself
I love to forget.
I step around you softly
drown away your little hatreds
your pain is just a memory.
As your summer fruit decays
my fire for you stays.
Your body is a legend.
I launched into
her as the earth began to die
it is within
heard my name
is now on her own
The hands grow slowly
gradually (?) around my eye
These are not fingers I have.
Put off your tragedy.
The outer ply, on your body, falls apart,
in the moonlight, in the moonlight, in the moonlight.
Your eyes speak more than,
more than your lips,
more than your mouth.
There were your summer
shoulders and arms and slender neck.
Help please? Natives?