Fleurs Captives Nicole Dollanganger
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[Verse 1]
Press you in the pages of a hardcover book
To dry like flowers and weeds
Peel your petals off and slowly pull them apart
To wrap in my bed sheets
To take you with me while I drift off to sleep
And assemble you inside of my dreams
On a soiled mattress, we drift to the attic
Where the dust collects on your long eyelashes
[Chorus]
They say open up the window
And stand in the sunshine
But you hide in the shadows
'Cause the light goes right through you
You're a ghost, you're a ghost
You're a ghost, you're a ghost of my mind
You're a ghost, you're a ghost
You're a ghost, you're a ghost of my mind
[Verse 2]
We hide in the places where mice make their holes
Our skin getting cold under moth-eaten clothes
I feel my lips turn blue, I'd do anything
To be held by you through the night
The doors are all closed, we peer through keyholes
Tucked away in a place where flowers can't grow
Your skin turns to dust in my hands
And I'm left holding onto a pile of sand
Press you in the pages of a hardcover book
To dry like flowers and weeds
Peel your petals off and slowly pull them apart
To wrap in my bed sheets
To take you with me while I drift off to sleep
And assemble you inside of my dreams
On a soiled mattress, we drift to the attic
Where the dust collects on your long eyelashes
[Chorus]
They say open up the window
And stand in the sunshine
But you hide in the shadows
'Cause the light goes right through you
You're a ghost, you're a ghost
You're a ghost, you're a ghost of my mind
You're a ghost, you're a ghost
You're a ghost, you're a ghost of my mind
[Verse 2]
We hide in the places where mice make their holes
Our skin getting cold under moth-eaten clothes
I feel my lips turn blue, I'd do anything
To be held by you through the night
The doors are all closed, we peer through keyholes
Tucked away in a place where flowers can't grow
Your skin turns to dust in my hands
And I'm left holding onto a pile of sand
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