Tired of Tears - My Dying Bride

I passed right through

Her fingers, her mortal despair

It’s me

I read between

The gemstones that dripped from her lips

For me

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter

My child sings soft

And sweet to herself

I know no life

Can live forever

Sailing away

I go from myself

Shadows wicked

Finger is pointing

Wrapped in a sorry

Shroud of my sickness

Without you I have

Become a mortal

With this child in my

In my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter

I passed right through

Her fingers, her mortal despair

It’s me

I read between

The gemstones that dripped from her lips

For me

Wrapped in a sorry

Shroud of my sickness

Without you I have

Become a mortal

With this child in my

In my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter