Vārdi:
In Reverent Fear

I am a sick manI am a spiteful man And if your voice just would linger Id pull back at the bar And Id be a wealthy man Blood, meat, torture music Theres

Hello my wife, at last There are so many things Ive to ask We spoke before of Francis cross A red masked maid is said to have bought But Im not thinking

Im lost in this decay And I feel Ive touched a brilliant star Oh wait, Ive been drugged I see my palms face down on cutlery Oh please Ive not known this

In a quaint French restaurant In a village at dark Waitress sings, I picked a violet from my mothers grave. In the streets the children play Like the

Angel, will you accept my midnight invitation. you're born of perfection, yeah, misplaced and torn. funny how you show me the pictures of last minutes

Call it black and white and red all over. that these bones bury in cool dirt. and it meant wrong to name you queen with one foot in my grave. (face forward

The pieces fit in you my dearest angel. watching you, watch me. is my heart still circled by your love? oh most precious of gifts, my life faces you.

I want to know is this what water tastes like? cause if it is, i want it to fill my lungs. and stop my breath to wake up this sleeping heart. this is

We will meet again, I promise Not hell can stop us now We could meet like this Tower bridge or Regents park And for today I am a new born baby girl And