Letra de Bruise

Reflect my heart, I saw an angel in a noose But the barbwire was sort of loose With a stillborn cherub in her arms and how she held... She wasn't cut, she wore a necklace of her bruise The pearls of pain that she put to use Bruise With a stillborn cherub in her arms and how she held the little thorn to keep her warned Love is a nail, always too late when you're impaled The pain of that The rope of trust hangs you until you're dead