Текст песни Chelsea Wolfe - American Darkness

Текст:

When you come dead last In battles long past Intended to rip my heart out Oracle of your secrets Your eye was trained on me As I stood before you, unbuttoning Kiss me as the bell tolls Swiftly, as the horses ride Won't you dance Won't you dance Won't you dance Won't you dance Damn my dreams, the tormentors Last night your mouth was on my skin And the poppies were like fire on the mountain I took your hand and led you home All my old ways have started kickin' in And my bad days are comin' round again Left here in American darkness River on fire and sun eclipsed Won't you dance Won't you dance Won't you dance Won't you dance Cause I'm comin' Cause I'm comin' Cause I'm comin' Cause I'm comin' When you come When you come When you come When you come back to me

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