Preposition (Prop)
By: Aaron T Dore
Duration
2:01
Genres
Description
Inspired by Shakespeare
Lyrics
And that's the last you'll ever hear from me I wonder, did you understand? Don't Misunderstand The fault is mine I left room to grow I left you bedroom hand in hand the way a pilgrim may but with less faith than when I came in Shame in what it was There never was Moving in or moving on What difference does it make The shape of your mouth so briefly The drape of your dress believe me And that hair that you burned so beautifully Which goes with the wind But against nature's brush Whose palette is somewhat subtler But what of her? She's no friend Well not to you Well, not to me Well I wish you hastily And that's the last you'll ever hear from me
