Lyrics
There's bullets in the bower
Where you & i entwine
Like willow & the flowers
We soon will leave behind
Oh oh oh
And shots'll ring like silver
And shots'll ring like gold
Bells chiming that he killed her
Her body's growing cold
La la la la la
La la la la la
There ain't no kiss that'll wake her now
Gotta leave it to the bower to lay this body down.
There's thorns and salt and blood upon her gown
Gotta leave it to the bower to lay this body down.
There ain't no kiss that'll wake her now
Gotta leave it to the bower to lay this body down.
There's thorns and salt and blood upon her gown
Gotta leave it to the bower to lay this body down.
To lay this body down.
MALACHI MCLAUGHLIN GRAHAM, RYAN THOMAS LINDER
Songtrust Ave