Truest Shade Of Crimson Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you
I went down one day with you entwined The hard rains of another April day Pouring on us strange shades Unravelling the story of your grace Wishing we
Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you scream sometimes I like
there?s a silo empty and done for the place just ain't the same no more now its shinin' all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades there
you are awake Mighty is the bitter blade, crimson beaded water falling out of your grave another dusty record plays dancing by yourself in the blue shade
the scarlet moon from behind the blackened landscape of frozen Nordic wastes transformation of mountianous scenery to an eerie shade of crimson
mother To my sons Your love is thunder Sung from Heaven You're my sun and water, daughter of redemption Mentioned always in my silence My asylum in your iris Every shade
: In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and
stronger then * And I?ll burn you with a love that never shades * I want you to hurt me * I?m a casualty of your touch * A pierced dove * All alone * With your crimson
: Miserable shades of miserable shapes Dethroned kings of nonexistent reigns Desperate mothers of desperate suns The so-called elite of the horde of
Rearranging to ephemeral darkened silhouettes Reborn in bacchanalia of diabolical shades Chariotry of Righteous Wrath splits the nightly sky In exposed midnight vault Crimson
all the other times situation succumb separates some we are the pin hole from which this river flows a cursed shade of crimson spilt on distant shores
I read that it's all black and white Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red!
before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair (Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children) And when Joseph graced the scene His bothers turned a shade
before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair (Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children) And whe Joseph graced the scene His brothers turned a shade
This is the day Of the expanding man That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers
