That Dress and Summer Skin - My Dying Bride

As the sun drew up

It’s golden chair

I looked upon my own sleep

And so you shall

Taste my grief

Through blood and tears

You helped me

You

Lonely defeat

I’ll doom this nights

I drill my life

As I look at them

And know what my hands have done

I’ve shaked these thorns for you

From my crown, for you

So go on now

Put on that dress for me.

Put on that dress for me

Put on that dress

For me

Put on that dress

Well my love, my love

My sweet one

What have you done?

My love

My sweet

I only think of you

And this nights we had

I only dream of you

I’m so alone