Young Jesus - Dirt

Текст песни

May’s a dreamer of the dream that grows in greens and violets
She’s a feeler of the things that’re only soothed by silence
Her frenzied blood flowing to her hands
In everything she sees the aftermath
She’s a shell of a cathedral built on leaves and lilacs
She’s a feeler of the things that’re only soothed by silence
Her frenzied blood flowing to her hands
In everything she sees the aftermath