Dark Leaves Form a Thread
Lyrics
Susan, the truth is, sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight. Seriously, terror advances... so Sorry if you should find me thinking of only the things that I need. I've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick! No, it's cool. You go. I'll stay, perfectly at home with this dread. Dark leaves form a thread! So, should you still want me you can find me down at the café, a little bit too busy being served. Sworn enemy of the waitresses there, a late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen... Nah, it's cool. You go. I'll stay, perfectly at home with this dread. Dark leaves form a thread!
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:35
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 147 BPM