Old Growns letra

Since we met, I've died a hundred deaths
Collected reborn skin, shed it again
Will you take your hands, design a heavy hem
With fingers so delicate, and destroy the stitch

The old gowns we've kept hang loose and do not fit
Let them fall from hips and pile on the floor
A pounding chest, reckless and restless
Oh take my breath with the softest kiss

Mount Moriah - Letras

• Bright Light
• Hail, Lightning
• Honey, We Don't Need That Much
• I Built a Town
• Lament
• Miracle Temple Holliness
• Old Growns
• Only Way Out
• Plane
• Social Wedding Rings
• Telling the Hour
• The Letting Go
• The Reckoning
• Younger Days