iwrestledabearonce - I'm Gonna Shoot Lyrics

And I miss you when you're gone
He leaves me with a box of pearls kissing pearls with no mouths

Conceived in a birdcage she grows
The apple of her father's eye
Swimming in a fountain of milk

Built from bricks at the heart of thickness
I can feel her fingers spread to the beat of a kick drum

She will be beautiful and we already know her name
She will be beautiful and we already know her name
She will be beautiful and we already know her name

I've already laid eyes on the eyes on the apparition of my daughter
She's got that touch of you that makes her glow

Softest harmony, sung aloud
And she will be beautiful
Our choir girl
Venora
Our choir girl
Venora

Mother natures got craftsmanship
While producing ghostly fruits
She crept behind the woodwork gracefully speechless