The Warmth of a Tomb
Lyrics
hang on, 'til your dying day. swinging in the breeze. whistle while you freeze and pray for something you believe. sing it out to sea. sing it out to me while in the warmth of a tomb i was thinking to presume you had the gall. something kept me waiting for your call to get through. i was sinking in my room. hang on, waiting for the way. take it while you can. satisfy demands and pray for liar's blood to be. carried out to sea. buried out to sea while in the warmth of a tomb i was thinking to presume you had the gall. something left me waiting for the fall to assume there was nothing left in bloom.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:54
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 95 BPM