Paris Churchyard Lyrics & Chords By The Cyrillic Typewriter

I heard the day of our night shall start with the setting of the sun And the hardship of labor shall for three blessed hours be undone I walk into the gossip, fulfill my needs, eat...read more

I been laid out on the floor From the passing of time I kiss my palm to see if it's awake And I noticed the absence of any signs I broke my leg three months ago: dousing That...read more

(Verse) Huff your falling flame, supposedly the national law Out of the blue nights meant to you. As you suck rain in the leather of back of Janny's car The cold blood swaying...read more

I was sought, I was sought, I was sought, I was sought. And so, and stars, got to so. And the fallen pray, and the souls in frame. The follow wind is rough, I hear it stopping. ...read more

When I was a boy, I used to play in the sand There were no toys, down at the camp we played with pots and pans When Catherine threw my coveted object towards the tide I ran and I...read more