a dirge for krista joy Songtext
von Ezra Bell
a dirge for krista joy Songtext
We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I′ll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will
And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we′ll all weep when you die
And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we'll all weep when you die
We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I'll miss her, I′ll miss her, like everyone will
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I′ll miss her, I'll miss her, like everyone will
And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we′ll all weep when you die
And at night you bite your fingers
over deeds that you despise
We all forgive you
and we'll all weep when you die
We walk the seashore, like drunkards on stilts
Her breath like wine, the air around like milk
Small in stature, she rose above the filth;
and I'll miss her, I′ll miss her, like everyone will
Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett, Aaron D Mattison, Jeremy Johnson Asay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
