Your River - Studio

Good evening Eindhoven
We are from England
We are My Dying Bride

Your bloodied body is what I cling to
In powerful rain, they laid their heads to die
Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me
It's sad that, in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers

Your river holds a feast of danger
The suffering you have had to bear
I'd die for that moment one more time
The loved one falls below your ideals

Pleasure to safely enjoyed lacks zest
The brave lick their sickening lips
Rigid, handsome, and a poet
A king in his passionate castle

Where now?
Feed me
Hold me, save me
Where now? Which way?
Dear God, show me

Struggle free, arise
You're ruined, stand down
Your kin, piled thick around you
Save yourself

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Stainthorpe, Andrew David Craighan, Martin Powell, Adrian Richard Winfield Jackson, Richard Dominic Miah, Calvin Webster Robertshaw
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