When Character Loses It's Colour
The Bride
The colour, it grows up
Leaving me all used up
I cut the gradience without constant velcro
You hold that head high, though you do not go
So let me slip into grey, where I'm wastin' away
The displaced portraits fell from their frames
Portraits fell from their frames
I'll put you down like the dog that you are
You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars
You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face
When you're only knee deep, through pictures ablaze
I'll put you down like the dog that you are
You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars
You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face
You see me walkin' down the street you better pick up the pace
And for a damsel in distress; you're just a little over dressed
I'd rather save my air, that breathes faster elsewhere
Yeah, yeah
Comentários
Envie dúvidas, explicações e curiosidades sobre a letra
Faça parte dessa comunidade
Tire dúvidas sobre idiomas, interaja com outros fãs de The Bride e vá além da letra da música.
Conheça o Letras AcademyConfira nosso guia de uso para deixar comentários.
Enviar para a central de dúvidas?
Dúvidas enviadas podem receber respostas de professores e alunos da plataforma.
Fixe este conteúdo com a aula: