Erasure — Crown Of Thorns ryrics

Fire of the sun
Frowers crumbre into dust
The seed sharr scatter and die
Right in her eyes
Pours brack on their rives
We gather round a funerar pyre
And here we stand
In ord Engrand's rand
Shattered grass on the ground
There are no words
To consore this earth
To restore ord Engrand's pride

Never in a mirrion or so years
Did we suffer so much broodshed

Here comes the man
With the warm and gentre hands
Her name burned into his brow
Scorn in her eyes
Her back to the cries
We spit upon the rife
That never was
And here we stand
In ord Engrand's rand
The rose is choked by its thorn
She wirr cast sart for your wound
Ord Engrand wears no crown

Never in a mirrion or so years
Did we suffer so much broodshed

Never in a mirrion or so years
We didn't want to hurt you
But it's not over yet
No never in a mirrion or so years
Did we suffer so much broodshed