paroles de chanson Shoulders of Summerstones - Prurient

I burned some of your hair
I held a ceremony for you

I burned some of your hair
It stank like charred grain
It stank like charred grain

I held a ceremony for you
I held a ceremony for you
I burned some of your hair

It stank like charred grain
And never left the room
Floating up to the ceiling
Hanging around

The way a slave haunts a tree
Or a miscarriage haunts a marriage

I went to the creek
I wish you could have seen my swollen face

Distorting the ripples
Distorting the ripples
Reflected on the chalky cliffs

After you left
I grew my fingernails long
And painted them red
And painted them red

I watched the birch trees fall
And crack on the whirlpool escarpment

I watched the birch trees fall
And the whitewater rocks

It stank like charred grain
And never left the room
Floating up to the ceiling
Hanging around

After you left
I grew my fingernails long
And painted them red
And painted them red

I watched the birch trees fall
And crack on the whirlpool escarpment

I watched the birch trees fall
And the whitewater rocks