Grass - The Pretty Things

As silver tears they weave and lace

Sad patterns upon her face

She waits for you

So low below a laser sun

Through velvet fields she runs

Reaching for you

And so you bleed now

Your hand holds the knife

That is tearing your life apart

Why don’t you leave now

The city’s too heavy

And your dreams they melt in the sun

On mellow blue, birds curve and glide

Through shadows of grief she slides

She waits for you

There on a hill before the dawn

In silence a promise torn

She turns from you

And so you bleed now …

As silver tears, they weave and lace

She waits for you

So low below a laser sun

Reaching for you

On mellow blue birds curve and glide

She waits for you

There on a hill before the dawn

She turns from you …