Johanna Warren - To the Bone | Текст песни

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• Johanna Warren
• To the Bone

True love never waits
for the opening of the gates;
it rattles in its cage,
spills its blood over scribbled pages

and staining your sad prose,
spreads like a rose.

I misplaced my friends—
hands were shaken, chapters ended.

Call me what you will;
I could have kept them all and still

be stranded in this strange,
terrible place.

True love never waits
for a verdict from the Fates;
it shakes you to the bone,
throws you on the street and gives you a home.

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