Black Silk

Emily Jane White

Compositor: Emily Jane White

I filled up my cup
With diamonds and rust
I filled up my cup
These bones, they turned to dust

I walk in these shoes
Oh, just like you do
I walk in these shoes
Just, oh, like you do

Unveiling the child within
Before the grace of your sin
And Lucifer has made a bed
Of wicked words to rest themselves in
Go to sleep and we'll all give in

Black silk, oh, wrapped around your neck
And a cutthroat ilk, oh, behind your back
The crimson moon undresses you
And you lay your face down
With your heart on the ground
For the devil has made his round

Mother, he's got me up against the wall
Fading into a line so small
I heard you say I died that day
And I lay face down
With my heart on the ground
For the devil has made his round