My Dying Bride
Tired of Tears
[Verse 1]
I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me

[Chorus]
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms
[Chorus]
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

[Verse 3]
I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me

[Pre-Chorus]
Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms

[Chorus]
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter