Pebbles
I left you with hard and empty spaces
Where your old life used to be
You left me with scars and nothin but heartache, darlin
I took you apart, burns in your carpet
Nothin but trouble strangled in the street
You left me your black half with death carved
In a Latin American dialect
I climbed over barbed wire, cut my hands up
Watched you set animals on fire
Echoes of flame fuel your eyes, honey
Well you burned my rainbow
Turned it to ash black
I suffered the produce of fear
You left me your black half with death carved
In a Latin American dialect
You left me your black heart
I would starve before I ate it for nourishment
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you don't you haven't got a chance
Do ya dance, do ya dance
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you can't it's alright as long as you try
I passed through your window
Freshly picked yellow
I could hear your caterwaul
You gave me your rich heart
It was art, darlin
In my mouth a rose
The firmament glows
With your skin like dying doves
Your eyes are like thieves' gems in the morning
It was always my thorns that bled
It was always the thorns that bled
Uh-huh-huh-huh
With your skin like dying doves
Your eyes are like thieves' gems in the morning
It was always my thorns that bled
I left you with howls of neon-blue hellfire
Where your cold heart used to be
Tilled gardens of lavender climbin up church pyres
Carved the obituary
I crawled through the storm drains
Soaked through with waste stains
I slept at the foot of your bed
I gave birth to children
Wild host of heaven
It was always my thorns that bled
It was always my thorns that bled
You left me your black heart
I would starve before I ate it for nourishment
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you don't you haven't got a chance
Do ya dance, do ya dance
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you can't it's alright as long as you try
Where your old life used to be
You left me with scars and nothin but heartache, darlin
I took you apart, burns in your carpet
Nothin but trouble strangled in the street
You left me your black half with death carved
In a Latin American dialect
I climbed over barbed wire, cut my hands up
Watched you set animals on fire
Echoes of flame fuel your eyes, honey
Well you burned my rainbow
Turned it to ash black
I suffered the produce of fear
You left me your black half with death carved
In a Latin American dialect
You left me your black heart
I would starve before I ate it for nourishment
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you don't you haven't got a chance
Do ya dance, do ya dance
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you can't it's alright as long as you try
I passed through your window
Freshly picked yellow
I could hear your caterwaul
You gave me your rich heart
It was art, darlin
In my mouth a rose
The firmament glows
With your skin like dying doves
Your eyes are like thieves' gems in the morning
It was always my thorns that bled
It was always the thorns that bled
Uh-huh-huh-huh
With your skin like dying doves
Your eyes are like thieves' gems in the morning
It was always my thorns that bled
I left you with howls of neon-blue hellfire
Where your cold heart used to be
Tilled gardens of lavender climbin up church pyres
Carved the obituary
I crawled through the storm drains
Soaked through with waste stains
I slept at the foot of your bed
I gave birth to children
Wild host of heaven
It was always my thorns that bled
It was always my thorns that bled
You left me your black heart
I would starve before I ate it for nourishment
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you don't you haven't got a chance
Do ya dance, do ya dance
Do ya dance, do ya dance, do ya dance
If you can't it's alright as long as you try
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Savins
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