CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : a naval song
(Branwen)
(So bad, so bad, so bad)
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
So I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
In justice of sailors from broken homes
When they kill me today I just hope it's not slow
I write from my end and my tears frame the note
Torture me cut me up and play with my bones
It looks like an animals blood in this snow
Look out the window im watching you
Friends of mine im with friends of mine, yeah
They play the audio out to the trees
And he fell for it it's like suicide
Flee to the church he goes to repent
And scrub out the sins that he wrote in his past
We all been there please don't stress
'Cause the water seems cold until everyones wet
Pins and needles lay in my head
My mind has been burned by the sight of my death
I picture your body inside of my bed
I rather my vision be blinded by that
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
So I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
In justice of sailors from broken homes
(So bad, so bad, so bad)
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
So I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
In justice of sailors from broken homes
When they kill me today I just hope it's not slow
I write from my end and my tears frame the note
Torture me cut me up and play with my bones
It looks like an animals blood in this snow
Look out the window im watching you
Friends of mine im with friends of mine, yeah
They play the audio out to the trees
And he fell for it it's like suicide
Flee to the church he goes to repent
And scrub out the sins that he wrote in his past
We all been there please don't stress
'Cause the water seems cold until everyones wet
Pins and needles lay in my head
My mind has been burned by the sight of my death
I picture your body inside of my bed
I rather my vision be blinded by that
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
The priest, the king and the prisoners
Ripped from port to over board
But a eulogy only graced the two
While criminal souls were lost to blue
Let this be grace for the tainted ones
Who no one could love but my open arms
So I'll guess I'll call it a naval song
In justice of sailors from broken homes
