Woorden:
Ballet Withering Surface

WHITE And PURE An ODE To Him Who Patience Is A GIFT WHITE And PURE An ODE To Him Who Acting Is A GIFT WHITE And PURE A GIFT OF HER Who Is A WHORE

Breathing, I'm Breathing All The COLOURS Of My Mood Breathing, I'm Breathing YELLOW As The LIES Breathing, I'm Breathing GREEN As SHE Once Could The

You Are The SALT In SICKNESS I Am The WOUND In SICKNESS And HEALTH The Music Ceases As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases As The

As SHE Enters The CHURCH In HER WHITE DRESS Ready To Burst The Whole Crowd Spelled By HER CHARM Not Knowing SHE Cause Such HARM Cutting To HER FATHER

I Forgot To BREATHE When We Passed Away And Our LOVELY Shades Turned To Threatening Skies I Forgot To BREATHE As Our LOVELY Shades Turned To Threatening

DANCING With FAIRIES All Around On The Deceased Ground In LOVE FLOWERS I Drown As I Close My Eyes And FAIRIES Make Me WISH As It WITHERS Down Through