Porcelain Songtext
von Mother Falcon
Porcelain Songtext
You wilt down the hall to pour yourself over my porcelain.
But I don′t mind, take your time, all your words wax absurd.
You're not mine, folding spine, soft pale white will eat your night, over my porcelain.
But I don′t mind, take your time, all your words wax absurd.
You're not mine, folding spine, soft pale white will eat your night, over my porcelain.
Writer(s): Nicholas Gregg, Claire Puckett, Maurice Chammah, Matt Puckett, Diana Burgess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
