Grass - The Pretty Things
As silver tears they
Weave and lace
Sad patterns upon her face
She waits for you
So low below a laser sun
Through velvet
Fields she runs
Reaching for you
And so you bleed now
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart
Why don't you leave now
The city's too heavy
And your dreams
They melt in the sun
On mellow blue
Birds curve and glide
Through shadows
Of grief she slides
She waits for you
There on a hill
Before the dawn
In silence a promise torn
She turns from you
And so you bleed now
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart
Why don't you leave now
The city's too heavy
And your dreams
They melt in the sun
As silver tears
They weave and lace
She waits for you
So low below a laser sun
Reaching for you
On mellow blue
Birds curve and glide
She waits for you
There on a hill
Before the dawn
She turns from you
