Southern Gothic Ulver
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I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old french doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old french doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
There is a world between us
There is a sunken garden
Love lies bleeding there
And words they mean nothing
To anyone
Anymore
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old french doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old french doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
There is a world between us
There is a sunken garden
Love lies bleeding there
And words they mean nothing
To anyone
Anymore
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