Blanket of Flies
My love so dearest, my heart so pure
The water flows, this water flows
It has to just be the most magical thing ever
The most magical thing I've ever seen
Under a blanket of flies you see
More magic for you, more magic for me
Under a blanket of flies you see
Lay your head on the grass
May your worries pass
Let the water you see
Flow over you and me
My love is mountains
My love is plains
My love knows all your pains
The most magical thing I've ever seen
Under a blanket of flies, obscene
More magic for you, more magic for me
Under a blanket of flies you see
A pipedream of time warped at chaos
Arrives through this
Seen through my eyes with your mind
Look inside
Cross the sea where we live
Things we search, I don't know
Switchblades made of darkness
Wallpaper of skin
Mind's eye, visualize
See from within
The day has died, abyss
In my room filled with empty spaces left to live
A life of living on the limb of none to give
Pennies picked by the richest men who bleed no good luck
A being of no colour and of no signs left of love
Cross the bridge, where she lies
Hold thy loved ones close before they die
The day has died, its all abyss again
Trees lead through this across the bridge
To where find, not a golden
The branch fell to the ground we call home
The knowledge flows as an angel cries
Bury me under a blanket of flies
The water flows, this water flows
It has to just be the most magical thing ever
The most magical thing I've ever seen
Under a blanket of flies you see
More magic for you, more magic for me
Under a blanket of flies you see
Lay your head on the grass
May your worries pass
Let the water you see
Flow over you and me
My love is mountains
My love is plains
My love knows all your pains
The most magical thing I've ever seen
Under a blanket of flies, obscene
More magic for you, more magic for me
Under a blanket of flies you see
A pipedream of time warped at chaos
Arrives through this
Seen through my eyes with your mind
Look inside
Cross the sea where we live
Things we search, I don't know
Switchblades made of darkness
Wallpaper of skin
Mind's eye, visualize
See from within
The day has died, abyss
In my room filled with empty spaces left to live
A life of living on the limb of none to give
Pennies picked by the richest men who bleed no good luck
A being of no colour and of no signs left of love
Cross the bridge, where she lies
Hold thy loved ones close before they die
The day has died, its all abyss again
Trees lead through this across the bridge
To where find, not a golden
The branch fell to the ground we call home
The knowledge flows as an angel cries
Bury me under a blanket of flies
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Writer(s): Devin Gourley
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