Chris Cornell - Pillow Of Your Bones paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Pillow Of Your Bones - Chris Cornell



The embers of the saint inside you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling back
A waning hand on silver granite waves
Will mend my broken limbs
And bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling back
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling back



Writer(s): Chris Cornell, Natasha Shneider, Alain Johannes


Chris Cornell - Euphoria Morning
Album Euphoria Morning
date de sortie
01-09-1999




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