The Burgundy Stain

Broken together, lonely apart
Who gathers your lips, who gathers your heart?
And if the story's broken, well, it's easy to mend
If you don't love her, you can always pretend

The air goes still now, and it's starting to rain
But it won't wash away your burgundy stain

The wine-dark sea becoming flood
White skin against your wine-dark blood
And if the story's broken, well, it's easy to mend
If you don't love her, you can always pretend

The air goes still now, and it's starting to rain
But it won't wash away your burgundy stain

Broken together, lonely apart
Who gathers your lips, who gathers your heart?
The wine-dark sea becoming flood
White skin against your wine-dark blood
And if her heart's broken, well, it's easy to mend
If you don't love her, you can always pretend

The air goes still now, and it's starting to rain
But it won't wash away your burgundy stain



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Wayland Bartlett
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