Winterpills - Fleur-De-Luce lyrics

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Bitter fields we bled on,

slept then fled on,

sixty-thousand leaves unfriendly(?),

Beds we killed on, spinning sightless, eyes like seashells crumble.

Cave of vapored(?) honey, glow of water

love is bathed in borrowed sheets.

We always lived until we'd give in

Ruby-filled in honey

Fleur-De-Luce,

All my lovely goners.

Fleur-De-Luce,

All my lovely goners.

Muddy path through birch trees,

back is aching, bending, pounding, blue heart.

Running faster skyward, when'd it stop it (?),

looking up and stinging

Islands,

Weeping sky descends in colors,

O'er the dome of sleeping

Fleur-De-Luce,

All my lovely goners.

Fleur-De-Luce,

All my lovely goners.

Hang the hops(?) on trees again, the blood is mingled with the rain.

Hang the hops on trees again, the blood is mingled with the rain.

Hang the hops on trees again, the blood is mingled with the rain.

Hang the hops on trees again, the blood is mingled with the rain.

Fleur-De-Luce (Fleur-De-Luce),

All my lovely goners.

Fleur-De-Luce, (Fleur-De-Luce)

All my lovely goners.

Fleur-De-Luce, (Fleur-De-Luce)

All my lovely goners.

-Did my best, these were just horribly wrong before.

Thanks to Dan Worstell for correcting these lyrics