Sticks and Stones and Her Lovely Bones - Requiem

I kissed the moon and never let go of the grey the boys and girls in toy land

crashed and burned through ice as the snow began to fade.

In the moment we were shadows until the dead came out and sang to me: «What a beautiful disaster raised by the lonely and buried slowly…»

These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,

I will live and fight for you.

(Woah) It’s tearing me apart;

these dreams of

sun and disappearing boy.

Dear Princess- I warrior.

I miss the rain." she said as the bullets come out clearer.

It’s ten holy ghosts and a broken mirror that only shows who we really are

today.

I can no longer feel my heartbeat.

In love and death we will never fade away.

«Your my beautiful disaster that won’t wash away.

You’re my perfect storm.»

These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,

I will live and fight for you.

(Woah) It’s tearing me apart;

these dreams of

sun and disappearing boy.

Dear Princess- I warrior.

I said too much at the moment we both drown.

In lies the saddest sound.

In our lives we were trying, in the memories we had found as we slip back into

the ground.

These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,

I will live and fight for you.

(Woah) It’s tearing me apart;

these dreams of

sun and disappearing boy.

Dear Princess- I warrior.

These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,

I will live and fight for you.

(Woah) It’s tearing me apart;

these dreams of

sun and disappearing boy.

Dear Princess- I warrior.