Letra de Pristine Verses
She wrote pristine verses on the ceiling of my soul Till the British Museum said sl-o-o-ow down She sang Angelique songs till the devil took tongs , and pulled the fire out It's hard to bare, someone so stunning. Makes you tired You realize your whole life's misfired Then the seamstress touched me and my stitches fell away And the choir was singing Tho I could not hear a word they said Your falling up to heaven, but you're the wrong way downPandemonium in the palace, desperation on the throne To tell the first, that first is last you see She's finally gone home She wrote 16 verses that my memory slipped upon Tho my clutching fingers held some pieces and the songIts hard to bare, someone so stunning. Makes you tired You realize your whole life's misfired Pandemonium in the palace, desperation on the throne To tell the first, that first is last you see She's finally gone home She wrote 16 verses that my memory slipped upon Tho my clutching fingers held some pieces and the song