Holiday Song from Blood / Lines by Emily Jane White

Holiday Song

You, said your life was empty
Oh but these arms are here for eternity
And your family, full of dread
Lay poisoned, in their beds
It’s not your fault, it’s just the way you were bred

Oh all these lies beneath the cross
Oh, stab your eyes out
It’s sight you lost
And the sickened, and unwed
With their cats and candles around their beds
If you’re alone, it’s o.k. if that’s how it ends

Can you take me, down to the water
Can you lead me, straight under
Oh your eyes, cold and serene
In this watery dream

And your family, full of dread
Lay poisoned, in their beds
It’s not your fault, it’s just the way you were bred

• Dark Folk
• Folk
• Melancholy Folk
• Neofolk
• Rock
• Oakland