We gather here to sing for you, the words you've written
Each bloodshot beauty still rings true, from violent crashes
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
I'll strike the match to set you off, and watch you glisten
Our love's in time a single loss, you never listen
Gently rest your weary head
What you live for now is dead
Goodnight
Goodbye
A soul surrender
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
Here in this room is what we must do
What we must do, what we must
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
This love will set you free from thoughts of yesterday
Now death has come to claim your Beautiful Remains
YOU ARE READING
The Holy Book of Music
Teen Fiction*I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE AMAZINGTASTICAL SONGS* Part one of about two hundred gazillion others songs that I'll feel the need to add in another book.
