Tired of Tears Songtext
von My Dying Bride

I passed right through her fingers
Her mortal despair, it′s me
I read between the gemstones
That dripped from her lips for me

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

My child sings soft and sweet to herself
I know no life can live forever
Sailing away I go from myself
Shadows wicked, finger is pointing

Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
Without you I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms


I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

I passed right through her fingers
Her mortal despair, it's me
I read between the gemstones
That dripped from her lips for me

Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
Without you I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

Tired of tears