The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Blue Dress lyrics

rate me

dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead

roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother's side

and tissues break... shows your ample wit...

to get back at your bastards lust.

razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day to rust.

blue dress at a black grave

razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day rust.