Peacocks Foot - text

Chapel is silent
The paragons have fled
Who brought you here to make you confess
Chapel is silent
Did you hear the tear dripping off your breast

Underneath the ivory idols
I dress you in a garland
At the gates of perfumed garden
I hear the curses of the crippled saints

You punch your tambourine
Metaphor without sense

You asked for something only a woman could
To taste my holy waters is to beg for
Is to beg for
Peacock's Foot

Golden bracelets on the floor
Beast is rapping at the door
Golden bracelets on the floor
Beast is rapping

Twilight is creeping in
Quickly find your way
Born in the good times that, yeah
Cherish the wine with the ring
You punch tambourines
One takes lives, tangerines

You asked for something only a woman could
To taste my holy waters is to beg for
Is to beg for
Peacock's Foot

Golden bracelets on the floor
Beast is rapping at the door
Golden bracelets on the floor
Beast is rapping at the door
Golden bracelets on the floor
Beast is rapping

Tears are dripping on the floor
Beast is rapping at the door
Tears are dripping on the floor
Beast is rapping

Text přidala LucySixx

Video přidala pallonee15

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