Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow of Your Bones

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

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

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

A waning on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my
I'm sleeping in the of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only

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

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

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

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

On a of your bones
I will lay across the of your shore
Until the tide crawling back