It Was Love That Laid Us Low
I dreamt of a Russian doll bride
Who spawn on the points of the feet like a child
But I had the terminal pride of an older man
As it passed over a cross on a post
But the angle decends in the shape of a crow
And buries its beak in our unfused bones like its okay
Like a moth goes sad and soft in the streetlights umbilical glow
It was love that laid us low
I worked out of town after dark
Who spawn on the points of the feet like a child
But I had the terminal pride of an older man
As it passed over a cross on a post
But the angle decends in the shape of a crow
And buries its beak in our unfused bones like its okay
Like a moth goes sad and soft in the streetlights umbilical glow
It was love that laid us low
I worked out of town after dark
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Writer(s): Peter Duncan Liddle, Jonathan Warren, Scott Miller, Matthew Taylor
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