49 Burning Condors – Slow

49 Burning Condors Slow

49 Burning Condors – Slow Lyrics

Artist: 49 Burning Condors
Song: Slow

He held her down
In the pocket of his dreams
Put her to the light
Like a broken fantasy

No supposed to last
She lingered to the taste
Dissolved at dawn
But their love was slow

Perfumed by night
Her decadence decays
She hunts till dawn
While on bended knee he prays

Cicadas dance
To her moonlight melodies
Her lips unfurl
His dread begins to drum

Begins to drum
Begins to drum
Rogue painted on
Hеr fingers find their way

But his coin ran cold
At the onsеt of the day
His velvet lies
Fell from his red, ripe tongue

Luck passed by
She said he would be hung
He would be hung
She would be hung

Their love
Was floatin’ down the river
Their souls
Weighed down by stones

Ohhhhh
Whoaa whoa whoa whoa
Her bed is warm
With the thought of his last prayer

She hums her deads
As she brushes flaxen hair
Men pass below
Entranced with her bright song

They clamor on
To see if she’ll be —
She won’t be won
She won’t be won

I won’t be won
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49 Burning Condors Lyrics – Slow

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From the album:
Truths and Roses [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020