Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow of Your Bones

The of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your
I'm swallowing the poison of flower
And hanging on the of my low

and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in
a lie without the pain

On a pillow of bones
I will lay across the stones of your
the tide comes crawling
Throw my on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your
the tide comes crawling back

A waning hand on silver ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my
I'm sleeping in the silence of voice
I'm cradling the peril of my choice

and falling from your mouth
Like a painted in recoil
Like a lie without the

On a pillow of bones
I will lay across the stones of shore
Until the tide comes
Throw my pillow on the
Make my bed the eye of your moon
Until the comes crawling back

Even though the truth can inside or fall behind
I wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can
Until the tide comes

On a pillow of your
I will lay the stones of your shore
Until the comes crawling
my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your
Until the comes crawling

On a of your bones
I lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling