Flowers And Rust Lyrics
| Song | Flowers And Rust |
| Artist | Von Hertzen Brothers |
| Album | Nine Lives |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She’s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
| To the lingering ghost of her past | |
| And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
| But the grip of its hold was to last | |
| She became | |
| A wanderer | |
| A foreigner | |
| A living lost cause | |
| In the shade and dark corridors | |
| Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust | |
| I don’t remember the day when she fell | |
| My only memory as far as I can tell | |
| Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
| Withered flowers with her farewell | |
| I became | |
| A charlatan | |
| A bohemian | |
| A clown without shame | |
| Wide awake and in delirium | |
| I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Clearly I was | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust |
| She' s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
| To the lingering ghost of her past | |
| And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
| But the grip of its hold was to last | |
| She became | |
| A wanderer | |
| A foreigner | |
| A living lost cause | |
| In the shade and dark corridors | |
| Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust | |
| I don' t remember the day when she fell | |
| My only memory as far as I can tell | |
| Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
| Withered flowers with her farewell | |
| I became | |
| A charlatan | |
| A bohemian | |
| A clown without shame | |
| Wide awake and in delirium | |
| I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Clearly I was | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust |
| She' s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
| To the lingering ghost of her past | |
| And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
| But the grip of its hold was to last | |
| She became | |
| A wanderer | |
| A foreigner | |
| A living lost cause | |
| In the shade and dark corridors | |
| Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust | |
| I don' t remember the day when she fell | |
| My only memory as far as I can tell | |
| Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
| Withered flowers with her farewell | |
| I became | |
| A charlatan | |
| A bohemian | |
| A clown without shame | |
| Wide awake and in delirium | |
| I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Clearly I was | |
| Born with a curse | |
| Turning diamonds to dust | |
| Diamonds to dust | |
| An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
| Flowers and rust |
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