Southern Gothic
๐ต 771 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:40 duration
๐ ID: 906626
๐ Lyrics
I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old French doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old French doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
There' s a world between us
There' s a sunken garden
Love lies bleeding there
And words they mean nothing
To anyone anymore.
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old French doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
I want to tell you something
About the grace of faded things
The draped compositions
Hiding from the new world
Behind old French doors
The last rays of the setting sun
On the cheeks of cherub faces
The traces of their tears
But you do not listen
Your mind is somewhere else
I speak with a frozen tongue
In a dead language
There' s a world between us
There' s a sunken garden
Love lies bleeding there
And words they mean nothing
To anyone anymore.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:47.38] I want to tell you something
[00:51.55] About the grace of faded things
[00:55.72] The draped compositions
[01:00.01] Hiding from the new world
[01:04.32] Behind old French doors
[01:08.59] The last rays of the setting sun
[01:12.47] On the cheeks of cherub faces
[01:16.75] The traces of their tears
[01:21.34] But you do not listen
[01:25.61] Your mind is somewhere else
[01:29.75] I speak with a frozen tongue
[01:34.40] In a dead language
[01:59.58] I want to tell you something
[02:03.66] About the grace of faded things
[02:07.78] The draped compositions
[02:12.34] Hiding from the new world
[02:16.68] Behind old French doors
[02:20.42] The last rays of the setting sun
[02:24.45] On the cheeks of cherub faces
[02:29.17] The traces of their tears
[02:33.41] But you do not listen
[02:38.05] Your mind is somewhere else
[02:42.25] I speak with a frozen tongue
[02:46.63] In a dead language
[02:50.98] There' s a world between us
[02:55.14] There' s a sunken garden
[02:59.29] Love lies bleeding there
[03:03.32] And words they mean nothing
[03:06.64] To anyone anymore.
[03:31.88]
[00:51.55] About the grace of faded things
[00:55.72] The draped compositions
[01:00.01] Hiding from the new world
[01:04.32] Behind old French doors
[01:08.59] The last rays of the setting sun
[01:12.47] On the cheeks of cherub faces
[01:16.75] The traces of their tears
[01:21.34] But you do not listen
[01:25.61] Your mind is somewhere else
[01:29.75] I speak with a frozen tongue
[01:34.40] In a dead language
[01:59.58] I want to tell you something
[02:03.66] About the grace of faded things
[02:07.78] The draped compositions
[02:12.34] Hiding from the new world
[02:16.68] Behind old French doors
[02:20.42] The last rays of the setting sun
[02:24.45] On the cheeks of cherub faces
[02:29.17] The traces of their tears
[02:33.41] But you do not listen
[02:38.05] Your mind is somewhere else
[02:42.25] I speak with a frozen tongue
[02:46.63] In a dead language
[02:50.98] There' s a world between us
[02:55.14] There' s a sunken garden
[02:59.29] Love lies bleeding there
[03:03.32] And words they mean nothing
[03:06.64] To anyone anymore.
[03:31.88]