Luyện nghe bài hát Pillow of Your Bones

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

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

On a pillow of bones
I will lay the stones of your shore
Until the tide crawling
Throw my on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your
Until the 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 the peril of my only choice

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

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

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

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

On a pillow of your
I will lay across the of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling