كلمات Silvery

We’re your daughter We’re your ornery teeth We’re your author We’re your quarterly leave They’re your daughters They're your artery thieves Prima donna Run your pain to your teeth I will save your blood for years And I will brave your flood to breathe Here often Heard you bought a reprieve Up in Auckland We were trading retreats In your outdoors Lay your throne and your wreath In your hung jaw Were you caught on your feet? I will let the blood from the corners of your eyes I’ll vignette the flood from the borders of the tide They're your daughters They're your artery thieves They're your daughters A decade to conceive I will save your blood for years And I will brave your flood to breathe Let your blood Silvery