paroles de chanson Blood Moon - Saint Sister

I gave my lover fruit to eat,
But she left it at her feet.
She is always doing that, doing that.
She is always doing that.

"My God," I said, "I cannot share.
And you can't leave it lying there.
You are always doing that, doing that.
You are always doing that."

And so I
Wander willows. Scattered pits
Take room behind your cracking lips.
They are always doing that, doing that.
They are always doing that.

Will cocky runes say mend and dwell,
To grow within our shackled cells.
They are always doing that, doing that.
I see flowers doing that.

And so I...
So, our rotting floor.
I am sure you craved me once before;
When I think of all the fruit I've found,
And how easily you left it on the ground.

The Hunter's Moon was bleeding red,
The night you left our thorny bed.
You were always, always...
You were always...

Last night I dreamt I kissed your feet,
And held you on our dusty sheets.
I am always doing that, doing that.
I am always doing that.

And so I...
And so I...
And so I...

And so I...
So, our rotting floor.
I am sure you craved me once before;
When I think of all the fruit I've picked,
And fed to you just so you could spit it out.

I gave my lover fruit to eat,
But she left it at her feet.
She is always doing that, doing that.
She is always doing that.