Uploaded August 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Flores, que se pudrieron en tu puerta
Support the band: facebook.com/Holdingabsence
Band: Holding Absence Album: Single
Lyrics: I'm the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox never helped me find a way.
You've given up on the things that you taught me to believe in.
I remember the look on your face when you told me you were leaving.
I'm a sinner.
Things are never gonna be the same.
You're my compass-spinner,
Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage.
I'm the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day.
I'll keep persisting like a stubborn weed through the debris, and grow.
I've given up on myself and the things that I believe in.
I remember the look on your face and I just couldn't believe it.
I'm a sinner.
Things are never gonna be the same.
You're my compass-spinner,
Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage.
I set fire to everything you left.
I didn't think about the downsides in loving you to death.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox.
Trying to find all of the things I lost.
Taking time to try to write the wrongs.
Maybe there's nothing wrong with me.
Flores, que se pudrieron en tu puerta
Support the band: facebook.com/Holdingabsence
Band: Holding Absence Album: Single
Lyrics: I'm the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox never helped me find a way.
You've given up on the things that you taught me to believe in.
I remember the look on your face when you told me you were leaving.
I'm a sinner.
Things are never gonna be the same.
You're my compass-spinner,
Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage.
I'm the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day.
I'll keep persisting like a stubborn weed through the debris, and grow.
I've given up on myself and the things that I believe in.
I remember the look on your face and I just couldn't believe it.
I'm a sinner.
Things are never gonna be the same.
You're my compass-spinner,
Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage.
I set fire to everything you left.
I didn't think about the downsides in loving you to death.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox.
Trying to find all of the things I lost.
Taking time to try to write the wrongs.
Maybe there's nothing wrong with me.
