MY DYING BRIDE


Turn Loose The Swans Lyrics

So little of what we observe, is the girl herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour.
Vast is the heirs ballroom.
Let the rich give you presents.
Heaven pours from her throat,
as she sings and as she dances.
The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
playing in the air.
My mouth eager and wishing.
But I return to this nightingale.
Her hair all fiery red.
Deep it is and wild.
My weakness will be fed.
Boys whipped on the alter of Diana,
sometimes until they died.
The cunning, wily merchant,
and his four crippled horses.
Tales told in warlike manner.
The storyteller by the fire.
While musing deeply on this sight,
the songster stirred my desire.
You are sweet and fine to listen to.
Long tresses about your neck.
Yet much is false.
This mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is crushing me. My quill it aches.
Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft.
I'll dwell in desolate cities.
You burned my wings.
I leave this ode,
splendid victorious through the carnage.
I wanted to touch them all.

Correct these lyrics


Watch My Dying Bride Turn Loose The Swans video

check amazon for Turn Loose The Swans mp3 download

Record Label(s): 1993 Peaceville Records
Official lyrics by

Rate Turn Loose The Swans by My Dying Bride (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "Turn Loose The Swans" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters