Dying Dancer by Cullen Ln.
Special thanks to my closet for the recording.
Tracklist
| 1. | Dying Dancer | 3:43 |
Lyrics
Does the flower in her hair ever lose its scent? Do the black rims of her glasses see her pirouettes? And her black lipstick will stain her pretty clothes, and the pearls she kept will never steal the show. Diamonds, silver, gold will be replaced by drops of black blood streaming down her face. Oh, she spins away, dying dancer. She spins away, graceful still. In her mind she's a ballerina, but she'll wake up from this dream someday. She lays like Snow White, the curtains hide the sun. Painted lips sealed tight, a fallen star on the run. Her arms at her sides, at attention for no one. And her black lipstick will stain her pretty clothes, and the pearls she kept will never steal the show. Oh, she spins away, dying dancer. she spins away, graceful still. In her mind she's a ballerina, but she'll wake up from this dream someday. When I'm dead let me be ashes on the ground, her silhouette dances on without a sound. When I'm dead let me be ashes on the ground.
