Natalie Duncan - Black Thorn Lyrics
My head is in a black framegot your words all over my graveHe was a picture like no one would believe.With a hit flask and a white mask,a flame head and an empty bed, Iwalked a mile out of town just to see.Gravel 'neath the portrait,your paint covering up the crack, so cracked upif your coming back to visit me.He was the wealthiest poor manand he was the emptiest tunnel,'neath the dark, darkest river to the sea.You were my black thorn.Underneath my ground and now my,My shaking hands forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.With a flat hat and a sharpenednose a body that crumbled underthe cold and the wind and hailand rain of our bitter streets.He called me sweetheart,I sold him my soul in returnfor his charm and he usedmy pain to suck my blood,to suck my blood.He came back twice andI wore him like an old shirt.Wrapped me up and cut up myskin and made me weep, weep, weep weep.Oh, my head is in a black frame,got your words branded on my brainI went insane so he could feel like a man again.You were my black thorn.Underneath my ground and now,My shaking hands forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.And,You were my black thorn.Underneath my ground and now,My shaking hands forever bleed.Oh and I say it to you,You were my black thorn.Underneath my ground and now,My shaking hands forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.Forever bleed.