Dandelion Songtext
von 7 Angels 7 Plagues

She always wore more or less
Smells of dandelions and
Clothes dripping with blood
A neck to cover her head
And a hand to cover her mouth
A face, a voice, and a face
A eyes, a voice, and a face
Like concrete to grass she was
Like concrete to grass she was
Like grass to concrete
Like concrete to grass
In the library covered in chalk
A perfume of sadness to realize
A perfume of sadness to realize
She goes completely invisible


And walks so humble
She′s a victim of the storm
She's a walking reflection of the reflection
She′s a walking reflection of the reflection
Warming arms of compassion
To blue skies of desperate nights
Warming arms of compassion
To blue skies of desperate nights
Like concrete to grass she was
Like concrete to grass she was
Like concrete to grass she was
Like concrete to grass she was
She died
She died
She died