Green Carnation - Writings on the Wall Lyrics
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Writings on the Wall
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What Are The Lyrics For Writings on the Wall By Green Carnation?
Kill me down by the shore
I can feel it she is not here anymore Hear my call it's born by the breeze Tell me to where do I go? I would beg, I would plead But you were still going to leave The message that I couldn't see Lying on the floor The writings on the wall Meet me in the forest, come alone See the lights it's my car coming down the road I want you queen of bizarre Days of love, like an arrow shot right through the heart I would beg, I would plead But you were still going to leave The message that I couldn't see Lying on the floor The writings on the wall A shadow cast falls from me over you Lying on the floor With the hammer raised to let you know When the passion dissolves The blood on the walls Kill me down by the shore I can feel it she is not here anymore Hear my call it's born by the breeze Tell me to where do I go? I would beg, I would plead But you were still going to leave The message that I couldn't see Lying on the floor The writings on the wall A shadow cast falls from me over you Lying on the floor With the hammer raised to let you know When the passion dissolves The blood on the walls I would beg, I would plead But you were still going to leave The message that I couldn't see When the passion dissolves The blood on the walls |
Who Wrote Writings on the Wall By Green Carnation?
Terje Schei
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What's The Duration Of The Writings on the Wall By Green Carnation?The duration of Writings on the Wall is 5:26 minutes and seconds. |
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