Emily Shore 1819-1839
๐ต 743 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:35 duration
๐ ID: 453154
๐ Lyrics
She'd been coughing up blood
Since the dogwoods bloomed
Seventeen that spring
And confined to her room
At night her heart
Pounded holes in her chest
Death, like a bird
Was building its nest
She'd laughed at the graveyard
On one sip of wine
And kept a pet duck
Till the cat crushed its spine
But, waltzing one night
In a red velvet dress
She noticed a whistling down
In her chest
Propped up on pillows
She watched the snow fall
Trying to picture
An end to it all
By spring there'd be picnics
And merry-go-rounds
But she'd be nothing
But bones in the ground
And so
On the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's
Penknife
She sawed at her head
Till the floor pooled with hair
And braided a watch chain for father
(Mother)
To wear
Since the dogwoods bloomed
Seventeen that spring
And confined to her room
At night her heart
Pounded holes in her chest
Death, like a bird
Was building its nest
She'd laughed at the graveyard
On one sip of wine
And kept a pet duck
Till the cat crushed its spine
But, waltzing one night
In a red velvet dress
She noticed a whistling down
In her chest
Propped up on pillows
She watched the snow fall
Trying to picture
An end to it all
By spring there'd be picnics
And merry-go-rounds
But she'd be nothing
But bones in the ground
And so
On the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's
Penknife
She sawed at her head
Till the floor pooled with hair
And braided a watch chain for father
(Mother)
To wear
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.28] She'd been coughing up blood
[00:11.70] Since the dogwoods bloomed
[00:17.19] Seventeen that spring
[00:19.86] And confined to her room
[00:30.74] At night her heart
[00:34.39] Pounded holes in her chest
[00:39.79] Death, like a bird
[00:43.33] Was building its nest
[01:33.00] She'd laughed at the graveyard
[01:36.66] On one sip of wine
[01:40.39] And kept a pet duck
[01:43.97] Till the cat crushed its spine
[01:54.79] But, waltzing one night
[01:59.24] In a red velvet dress
[02:03.70] She noticed a whistling down
[02:08.31] In her chest
[02:55.29] Propped up on pillows
[02:58.81] She watched the snow fall
[03:03.32] Trying to picture
[03:07.00] An end to it all
[03:16.93] By spring there'd be picnics
[03:21.45] And merry-go-rounds
[03:25.90] But she'd be nothing
[03:29.52] But bones in the ground
[03:39.52] And so
[03:40.45] On the last day of her short life
[03:48.52] Emily called for her father's
[03:53.96] Penknife
[03:55.70] She sawed at her head
[03:59.39] Till the floor pooled with hair
[04:03.85] And braided a watch chain for father
[04:12.98] (Mother)
[04:14.79] To wear
[04:22.85]
[00:11.70] Since the dogwoods bloomed
[00:17.19] Seventeen that spring
[00:19.86] And confined to her room
[00:30.74] At night her heart
[00:34.39] Pounded holes in her chest
[00:39.79] Death, like a bird
[00:43.33] Was building its nest
[01:33.00] She'd laughed at the graveyard
[01:36.66] On one sip of wine
[01:40.39] And kept a pet duck
[01:43.97] Till the cat crushed its spine
[01:54.79] But, waltzing one night
[01:59.24] In a red velvet dress
[02:03.70] She noticed a whistling down
[02:08.31] In her chest
[02:55.29] Propped up on pillows
[02:58.81] She watched the snow fall
[03:03.32] Trying to picture
[03:07.00] An end to it all
[03:16.93] By spring there'd be picnics
[03:21.45] And merry-go-rounds
[03:25.90] But she'd be nothing
[03:29.52] But bones in the ground
[03:39.52] And so
[03:40.45] On the last day of her short life
[03:48.52] Emily called for her father's
[03:53.96] Penknife
[03:55.70] She sawed at her head
[03:59.39] Till the floor pooled with hair
[04:03.85] And braided a watch chain for father
[04:12.98] (Mother)
[04:14.79] To wear
[04:22.85]