Lyric | R or E |
To be my miss, to be my mistress | |
At the cathedral with the glass stained black | |
Fill my mouth up full of sand | |
A rare and blistering sun shines down on grace cathedral park | |
Do you miss me, miss misery | |
You turned white, like a saint | |
Where we sat lonely on the sand | |
Letting someone into my misery | |
Wrapped in white sheets like an angel from a bedtime story | |
Glass on the pavement under my shoe | |
Where we sat lonely on the sand | |
Fill my mouth up full of sand | |
Glass on the pavement under my shoe | |
At the cathedral with the glass stained black | |
A rare and blistering sun shines down on grace cathedral park | |
Wrapped in white sheets like an angel from a bedtime story | |
You turned white, like a saint | |
Letting someone into my misery | |
Do you miss me, miss misery | |
To be my miss, to be my mistress | |