Beulah - Score From Augusta lyrics

rate me

Ahahh... Ahahh...

The room wallpaper

The pages of your letters

Which you once said

Wrestle with the bodies that wash like unchained rivers

Against your shore

An army is waiting

The secret places

That gently twist around your bed

The south will be spared

Bullets flying fast from her eyes

With that we're fine,

Ahahh... Ahahh...

We etch our names in candles

They're heart shaped and they flicker

Inside our chests

The ghost of our brothers and tales which are hidden

Much like ours

A bother's fight in a holy field

Where the new loves come

And their old loves go

And they just wilt

Like Spanish moths with dew in their eyes

Tears for our lord and for the ones he spares

When he passed away it's off off off with their heads,

And whores he loves

And the lepers he claims that he can cure

Cannot compete

With the human summer days that we would share.