Our Lady's Grave (And The Dust That Settles On Her Bones) letra

The missing lace upon her sleeve,
inspires fear among her thieves.
Her painted toes, and drawn up knees -
the words she wrote, she'd like to be.

She'll pass the gate, and linger there,
the summer sweet upon the her hair.
And no one knows, what she will be;
for all things go
sobriety.

The morning's dew upon her dress,
she'll wake up to her servants mess.
Out in the yard, across the way,
she will remain within her grave.

She's finally home.

Letters For Saints - Letras

• A Promise In Your Coat
• Birds Of A Feather
• Bootleg Bread & Whey
• Faceless Angels
• If I, Alone, Am Left (or, For The Misconstrued, Ode To The Dreadnaught)
• Mrs. Annie Capone
• Our Lady's Grave (And The Dust That Settles On Her Bones)
• Pills Will Make It Worse
• Rain, And All It's Symphony
• The Shepherd's Staff
• Theives On The Mountain