Bree

Bree, Im mad
would you kill my head
On the glass i atone
on the glass i atone
in the clothes i left
you were cold, unkempt
on the floor i atone
on the floor i atone

ah, into the sea we threw a name
ah, into the sea we threw a name

i wasnt even there
when you were bleeding in the sand
and still i asked for your hand
addressing ash in a cold cold urn
i live in white sheets
i find the solace of the snow
and i am falling for your ghost
i made a martyr and she will not calm

love you've a secret to tell
the scent of the dead is alive and well
so long, so long

bree, im mad
will you take to the northern sky
on your eyes i atone
on your eyes i atone
and we curse the stars
what an awful guide
oh your green covered home
oh your green covered home

ah, into the sea we threw a name
ah, into the sea we threw a name

i wasnt even there
when you were bleeding in the sand
and still i asked for your hand
addressing ash in a cold cold urn
i live in white sheets
i find the solace of the snow
and i am falling for your ghost
i made a martyr and she will not calm

love you've a secret to tell
the scent of the dead is alive and well
so long, so long



Credits
Writer(s): David Adam Burr
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