(no subject)
You're gonna be the death of me
But that's all right, that's just fine with me
Defending your honor
It's all I can offer
I'm waiting on the heavens oh somehow
If I could fly upon your wings
Just a stone's throw from this disease
But you've already pushed through my suffering
Is it far too late to tell you I'm sorry?
But you know me, and you know my history
But this picture is worth one thousand words of grief
But you're gonna be the death of me
Seize the hands and feet
A raging fire beneath
With the face of an angel
And a heart of disbelief
It's a crime for me to speak
To shed a light upon your streets
But with these words
I'm sure my eyes won't breathe
Would you change my name, the way I am?
Run your fingers over my hands?
Till your sweet lips oh the press against my cheek
Is there too much joy and not enough grief?
But I'll taste their tears so I can taste your sweet release
Pull the curtains back and let the whole world see
That you're gonna be the death of me
Too many vultures and thieves
Only love can wash their feet
With perfume and soft hair
A heart that only you see
You left your mark upon my brow
No reason for me to frown
But this won't be the last time
I'm singing to you
My body is broken, torn from piece to piece
But my heart can't shudder, it's yours to use as you please
These last words sing joy, with no misery
But you're gonna be the death of me
-Brad Otts
*hearts*
But that's all right, that's just fine with me
Defending your honor
It's all I can offer
I'm waiting on the heavens oh somehow
If I could fly upon your wings
Just a stone's throw from this disease
But you've already pushed through my suffering
Is it far too late to tell you I'm sorry?
But you know me, and you know my history
But this picture is worth one thousand words of grief
But you're gonna be the death of me
Seize the hands and feet
A raging fire beneath
With the face of an angel
And a heart of disbelief
It's a crime for me to speak
To shed a light upon your streets
But with these words
I'm sure my eyes won't breathe
Would you change my name, the way I am?
Run your fingers over my hands?
Till your sweet lips oh the press against my cheek
Is there too much joy and not enough grief?
But I'll taste their tears so I can taste your sweet release
Pull the curtains back and let the whole world see
That you're gonna be the death of me
Too many vultures and thieves
Only love can wash their feet
With perfume and soft hair
A heart that only you see
You left your mark upon my brow
No reason for me to frown
But this won't be the last time
I'm singing to you
My body is broken, torn from piece to piece
But my heart can't shudder, it's yours to use as you please
These last words sing joy, with no misery
But you're gonna be the death of me
-Brad Otts
*hearts*