Burning Pride

I'm your tourist tears devoid of place
Form to desecrate and tear your face
I'm bruising your back as you caress mine
Rotten apples bring the sweet smell of decline

We'll waltz through this life
Lay your hand on my burning pride
This aimless stride
My burning pride

This night's a canvas upon which we're spread
Words cling like rain hair around your head
Even when you look away you look me in the eye
My darling I long to be chastised

We'll waltz through this life
Lay your hand on my burning pride
This aimless stride
My burning pride



Credits
Writer(s): Johan Bjergkvist
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