About the grace of faded things
The drafted 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
Somewhere in Louisiana
Love lies bleeding there
And words they mean nothing
To anyone anymore
I want to tell you something About the grace of faded things The drafted 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 Somewhere in Louisiana Love lies bleeding there And words they mean nothing To anyone anymore Explain Request ×
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