WINE AND GATES
More Heroine's That Pounded On The Door
point to point
the load was a herald of cold steel
the joy one receives, the merit in the ball and the joint
is a wish to liberate the hand of a kill...
paint to paint
the laundry was a hair out of place
the coy one deceives, the faucet in the bell and saint
is a fish to duplicate the hand of a pace...
smiles imbedded in the road
turn of counts into a drunk ovation
we are the time of a sugary hold
on the tongue of a soul, know the pride of skin
shame well's
share hell's
shade fell's
shake reality's...
where has the comfort of sunday clothes gone?
the church said we were married to the house, the feint
with the cain, the finery with an abel, home
is where the heart isn't, an anarchy of the sane
eating a nut...
the curiosity of jane and the rued bolt of john
is your finger so sore, that we don't have a lover
that knows the conscience of ... wrong
the load was a herald of cold steel
the joy one receives, the merit in the ball and the joint
is a wish to liberate the hand of a kill...
paint to paint
the laundry was a hair out of place
the coy one deceives, the faucet in the bell and saint
is a fish to duplicate the hand of a pace...
smiles imbedded in the road
turn of counts into a drunk ovation
we are the time of a sugary hold
on the tongue of a soul, know the pride of skin
shame well's
share hell's
shade fell's
shake reality's...
where has the comfort of sunday clothes gone?
the church said we were married to the house, the feint
with the cain, the finery with an abel, home
is where the heart isn't, an anarchy of the sane
eating a nut...
the curiosity of jane and the rued bolt of john
is your finger so sore, that we don't have a lover
that knows the conscience of ... wrong
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More Heroine`s That Pounded On The Door
More Heroine`s That Pounded On The Door