The Dear Hunter - City Escape lyrics
[The Dear Hunter - City Escape lyrics]
Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history
Revealing thoughts of Ms terri
In the heat of the night
A woman wealthy of a parous
Plight erased a harlot's life
(With the moon at her back
Unaware of what could be)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams
But she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night
The river rendered the chance she
Surely needs to stay alive
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains
Places, People, the stage is set
Places, People, the stage is set
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history
Revealing thoughts of Ms terri
In the heat of the night
A woman wealthy of a parous
Plight erased a harlot's life
(With the moon at her back
Unaware of what could be)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams
But she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night
The river rendered the chance she
Surely needs to stay alive
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains
Places, People, the stage is set
Places, People, the stage is set
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
Desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)