Will you remember me as the one from the trees, when the forests used to sing,or when I locked myself in the heart of the wood and threw away the key? You just kept giving yourself away. A gift to cherish, until piece by piece, you were laid before the roots of time.
Day by day, the nights swallow the sun, and with every night the more you gave, your sadness came undone.
You just keep slipping through the cracks of my fingertips. I only hope that you remember me as the one from the trees, when the forests used to sing, instead of when I locked myself in the heart of the wood and threw away the key.
You're not desire. You're just a fucking widow, weaving webs among the woods.
I'm not the answer, but if you take my hand I'll show you the world of the dead.
There you were, smiling into the night. I watched you sing for hours on end. We're tell-tale spiders, spinning webs and singing songs. Sharing your stories with moon and the trees, with a world which strung you along.
I've shut you out. I don't like your stories anymore, they always end so fucking sad.
I've turned my back on you for good.
Just keep smiling into the night.
I watched you pass me by. Every night you died with a smile on your face.
In my dreams, you wept blood from your eyes.
Just keep smiling into the night, my beautiful bride.
Just keep smiling into the night, my beautiful bride.
I fell for your bleeding crimson eyes, just so you know,
I'll always remember you as the tell-tale spider, when darkness crept into our days. Sharing stories with the world until piece by piece, you gave your heart away.
You're not desire. You're just a fucking widow, weaving webs among the woods.
I'm not the answer, but if you take my hand I'll show you the world of the dead.
I hate sad stories, they always end the same. I'll never forget how the forests wept, when you gave yourself away.
That's the lyric of this song, Morgan
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