the gathering constant run şarkı sözleri
He has a taste of angerAnd it's oh so sweetHe likes to make it lingerAnd he pulls in every single stringWe get a warm welcome wrapped in frostHe'll give her every little thingSings the sweetest songs to meShe is his favourite little thingYou will be wandering through some beautiful momentsI hear the bluebells ringingWith touch of cooling windsHis sore throat's screaming out of his angry mindThese melodies of softest cream heal her skinHe says we will be healingAnd it's oh so neatI shall repaint the pictureAnd dye it into abstract artI need a cloud to jump on, somewhere to dreamto pick my own sparkling sunTunes of velvet, breaking inInto my heart on a constant runHe can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavyHe will be carrying them, oh all of them for youHe will be poisoning her still growing mindThese melodies of softest cream will heal her skinI'll try to catch the sun beamsThey'll be for you my girlLet shades away, be shiningYou are my brightest little pearlYou will be his princess, in his landHe'll give you every little thingScented cherries of finest brandHe'll do it all to make her cling
