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The embers of the saint inside of you<br />Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow<br />I'm swallowing the poison of your flower<br />And hanging on the rising of my low<br /><br />Colorful and falling from your mouth<br />Like a painted fever in recoil<br />Like a lie without the pain<br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stones<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling <br />Throw my pillow on the fire<br />Make my bed under the eye<br />Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back<br /><br />A waning hand on silver granite ways<br />Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze<br />I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice<br />I'm cradling the peril of my only choice<br /><br />Colorful and falling ...<br /><br />Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind<br />I will wander through your open mind<br />And you will find no lie can hide<br />Yeah! Until the tide comes crawling<br /><br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stone<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling <br />Throw my pillow on the fire<br />Make my bed under the eye<br />Of your moon until the tide comes crawling<br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stone<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back<br /><br />[Music: Natasha Shneider]<br />[Words : Natasha Shneider, Alain Johannes & Chris Cornell]
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The embers of the saint inside of you<br />Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow<br />I'm swallowing the poison of your flower<br />And hanging on the rising of my low<br /><br />Colorful and falling from your mouth<br />Like a painted fever in recoil<br />Like a lie without the pain<br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stones<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling <br />Throw my pillow on the fire<br />Make my bed under the eye<br />Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back<br /><br />A waning hand on silver granite ways<br />Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze<br />I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice<br />I'm cradling the peril of my only choice<br /><br />Colorful and falling ...<br /><br />Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind<br />I will wander through your open mind<br />And you will find no lie can hide<br />Yeah! Until the tide comes crawling<br /><br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stone<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling <br />Throw my pillow on the fire<br />Make my bed under the eye<br />Of your moon until the tide comes crawling<br />On a pillow of your bones<br />I will lay across the stone<br />Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back<br /><br />[Music: Natasha Shneider]<br />[Words : Natasha Shneider, Alain Johannes & Chris Cornell]
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