Harold he told
These doves come in black
There's coal in their feathers
We follow the tracks
Steam locomotives
Are bound for the hills
We trade in our white wings
And wait for the thrill

The fire blank bullets
It's just the truth
Starring our own by graphical smooth
Let's take the treasure
And count it all wrong
And use what's been using the user for too long

It's hard to remember
The difference between
Ending it all
And white begin clean
The lack of compassion
The smoke of your eyes
The bottom it falls
When it's dancing on fire

The bottom it falls
When it's dancing on fire

Lyrics submitted by avataraera

Black Doves song meanings
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