A mellow surrealist inspired tune with an 80's style electronic drum beat.
Imperious 1 - vocals and synth
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I wrote this song on a Sunday morning over a French Press black coffee and a few cigarettes.
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She walks on the softest feet
Each step has a price to pay
Saddened eyes the tears she bleeds
There is nothing left to say
Blond rope hair pulls him in
It quickly turns to gray
Even when you lose you win
Weeks turn into a day
(chorus)
Sign, fade. Follow the hollow sound
Shine, blaze. Open the gate to the graves
Sign, fade. Follow the hollow sounds
Shine, blaze. Open the gate to grace.
She bends through his every word
twisting straight through the lead
Exquisite tastes he can't afford
A light that would raise the dead
The tempting part of a selfish art
is a soul shredding up the fray
Even as she starves his heart
He pounds the wheat to grain
(chorus)
Sign, fade. Follow the hollow sound
Shine, blaze. Open the gate to the graves
Sign, fade. Follow the hollow sounds
Shine, blaze. Open the gate to graze.
Stumble once to bring an end
There is no sense of fair play
Impossible to keep her charms
He's determined he'll walk away
He knows he cannot win this fight
Desperation is her game
Even when he sees the light
He'll never walk away
(just walk away)
(just walk away)
Sign, fade. Follow the hollow sounds
Shine, blaze. Open the gate to the grave
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