Blood On Her Grown Songtext
von Argyle Goolsby

That time was crystalline. Was polished and refined.
Inside our house the windows gently opened wide.
Spirited curtains danced a waltz, and whipped he breeze.
But now I wake and there is no one here but me. And this...

Blood on her gown. I have tried so hard to draw the horror out.
I′ve tried. Oh I've tried.
But the crimson stains are loyal and devout.
Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride.
So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside.
Be it knife or song, don′t doubt me wrong
My hands will feel the warmth that
Once was inside my little gushing bride.


Blood on her gown. Oh this night is ruined. I have torn it down.
Oh I've tried. Lord,
I've tried to dissolve the horror deep into a drown.
Your last words they shut me out with mocking pride.
So I cut the lock of your heart to come inside.
Be it knife or song, don′t doubt me wrong
My hands will feel the warmth that
Once was inside my little gushing bride.

For once the sound of sparrows sealed the empty space.
For once a human form brought something else than rage.
For once my teeth did not draw blood so they could smile.
For once my hands did hold instead of lashing out.
But you took it all away. Yeah, you took it all away.

Blood on her gown. I have tried so hard to draw the horror out.
Oh I′ve tired and I've tried to engender restoration of the white.
But as night proceeds her solvent rain it′s so clear to me
This stain can never be, this stain will never be washed away.