paroles de chanson The Manuscript - My Dying Bride

Salvation dropped me from her dying arms
Endless, the skies are dark

This world is nothing without her
As it limps from beauty's answer
It dies in the hand of summer
This long Savannah of her

The weapon of your body
Lays my city to waste
From blood on my golden sand
I came up and washed you

I'd lost saints for you
Drew towers into the earth
And a silver blade from God
Hands directly above us

Bacchus drowns more men than Neptune
And I put my name among them
I hate everything around me
But I want to carry you back to Heaven