كلمات Bleed, Memory

There was a sadness in bloom Growing inside her tomb There was a madness It spoke of you I tell stories Such lovely stories And you’d love them too And maybe one day I’ll learn to love Shoot out the sky from a falling dove I tell stories Such lovely stories And you’d love them too It lingers in abandoned castles Breathing out death and decay Fleeting in the corner of my eye Dragging my insides Around her scaffold I fell for it again The ghost inside my head The photos I found of you You look dead