The Bottle Song letra

I look backwards on the setting sun
The warming colours touched the - heaven sung
See truth shining through a cracking mould

I was sold
How the surface gleamed
Reflection rays of hope
How the surface gleamed

Fell on fences that were picket black
a warming whispered on wind held me back
Deceived by blinding white textures of gold

I was sold
How the surface gleamed
Reflecting rays of hope
How the surface gleamed

I look backwards on the setting sun
now I don't run

Rose Chronicles - Letras

• Acquiesce
• Awaiting Eternity
• Blood Red
• Breath is a Dagger
• Brick and Glue
• Bruise
• Clouding Doubt
• Dierdre
• Dwelling
• Echo of Angels
• Forgotten
• Glide (Free Above)
• Heaven Tide
• Hollow Sea
• Krayon
• Lovely Psycho
• Nothing's Real
• Ornament
• Spill
• The Bottle Song
• Thrown to the Sand
• Torn
• Undertow
• Vicious Thorn
• Visions
• Voice in Jail