Persephone Descending

Tavola degli accordi #111907

fornita da Fishinmissio

Testo:

© crowfish
Persephone Descending

[Verse]
Cold window
Sucks the fire out of my hand,
And I'm fine with that I guess . . .
I put the water on.

I wear my warm jacket--
You've got fur around your neck . . .
And I'm fine with that I guess—
Let's hope PETA don't come knocking
Your head.

My fingers feel raw,
And I know my cheeks are red.
I must be coming down with fever.
I can feel it in my bones.

[Chorus]
But, oh, Lord, maybe someday,
When the sun breaks free,
I will say a perfect prayer
And wake heaven.

But now these seeds in my hand
Don't mean nothing.
But I know they might grow,
If I could find a warm corner
For them.

[Verse]
By the orange light,
I can hear on my radio
That there's no end to this cold
Coming soon.

Body of mine, hold yourself close.
My my mind is on springtime,
And that far-away sound
Is a bird . . .

[Bridge]
Ooo . . .
Ooo . . .
Ooh . . .
Oh.

[Verse]
The door's open.
But I'll stay inside I guess,
Hold myself, and then
Put the water on.

Five petals?
Such a shame that's all that's left . . .
But I'm fine with that I guess . . .
I guess I'm fine.

[Chorus]
But, oh, lord, maybe someday,
When the pattern breaks,
Old Man Winter could die
For my joy!

But now these seeds in my hand
Don't mean nothing!
But I know they might grow
If I could find a warm corner

For them . . .